I wasn’t looking forward to walking back to the car.

Today was supposed to be the day where students gather in designated places around the community and walk to school. Sadly, Walk to School Day was rained out.

Harper: I’m pissed.

(She didn’t really say that. But I could tell she was feeling it.)

Me: Harper, I say we grab our umbrellas, park a mile away from school, and have our OWN Walk to School Day!

Harper: No.

Me: Yes! I’ll carry your backpack and your lunchbox! We’ll have fun! Let’s go!

Harper: No.

Me: Really?

Harper: I said no.

Me: Okay.

Instead, we parked in the drop off line (we were gold medalists!), ate apple slices, and cranked Fun. AND, for the first time ever, I didn’t stress out and mute all of the bad words (Just the F word. I know.).

(Harper and I like Fun, Maroon 5, and Taylor Swift. With that said, the soundtrack from Newsies will always be our jam.) ‘ ‘ ‘text/javascript’>

5 thoughts on “I wasn’t looking forward to walking back to the car.”

  1. Madeline also loves Fun. I figure I have a few more months before I have to start muting the bad words. She wouldn’t say the F word at 18 months old, right?

  2. We love Fun. too!!!! I worried about the words too! Then I just said- this song has a bad word in it- it’s not ok for kids to sing that word- and they said Ok! CarryOn is our favorite.

  3. I love this song. And I have a little different attitude towards bad words than some parents (okay, most). I think words gain power when we demonize them and forbid them. So my kids know the bad words (this has happened in a trickle fashion, as the words come up) and they know what they mean. I like certain bad words, and my kids know this. They are aware of when it is okay and when it isn’t okay to use them (at their age, it isn’t ever okay). I don’t mean this to sound preachy. I think it is perfectly okay to mute the bad words and to forbid them. It is entirely possible that my parenting decision grew more out of laziness for policing songs and shows than any certain rhetorical philosophy . . .

  4. I have to mute my own words at times. My kids as young as five have said words I rather they not at a year and two years old. And now that my eldest is in pre-k at a Catholic school I rather not get a note sent home for the f bomb.

  5. You “parked in the drop-off line”??? So long and slow it felt like parking? Or, you brazenly defied the dictum and literally parked there???

    Eating before-school apple slices ftw, though :-)

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