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Sunday, August 20, 2006
Learning Phonics Can Be Dangerous
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I need to put a warning on this post because though hilariously funny, it has potential to be offensive. I'll try to be as non-offensive as I can as I relate to you what had me rolling on the floor, and my husband giving me one of those head shakes with the hidden message of "you asked for it by laughing. Now you get yourself out of this one."
Epilogue/prologue? Growing up in my home THE word was used quite often, every day in fact by my mother, myself and my sister. Even now, though grandma is a saved by Grace, Born Again Christian she lets one of her expletives fly and I look in shock, especially when it's in front of my children. Luckily, my children are innocent enough not to realize a bad word when they hear it! Hopefully next time I'll be wise enough NOT to laugh.
UPDATED:
I started to say this in the comment section, but thought it might be better said here:
Just to set the record straight, over the course of my Christian adult life, I too have used many "choice" words in anger, meant to hurt the one they were aimed at. I think the condition of our hearts is much more important than the actual words we use. "From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks." That scripture is always convicting for me since it's my mouth that usually gets me into trouble.
I need to put a warning on this post because though hilariously funny, it has potential to be offensive. I'll try to be as non-offensive as I can as I relate to you what had me rolling on the floor, and my husband giving me one of those head shakes with the hidden message of "you asked for it by laughing. Now you get yourself out of this one."
After dinner Timmy (6), was playing with some phonics tiles. Earlier I helped him write the sentence CAN YOU JUMP? He sounded out the CAN and JUMP, I just helped with the YOU.
While I sorted the color tiles with Gracie, I heard Timmy sounding out a new word. In his innocent, cute little voice he made the "fffff...." sound, then the long "u" sound and the last letter was "K".
He proceeded to sound out the word perfectly! (Guess I'm a better phonics teacher than I thought.) I couldn't help but giggle at the bad word I hadn't heard in years, and he continued saying it with more enthusiasm. Rolling with hysterics, I then tell Timmy to go show his dad what word he spelled. And Timmy did, saying it over and over again. Finally, after I was able to control myself I said, "enough. That's a very, very, very, bad word."
He stopped but was still curious as to what it meant so I said it was as bad as ...then I said some bathroom word I can't even remember what it was. He laughed a little and hasn't said the word since.
Epilogue/prologue? Growing up in my home THE word was used quite often, every day in fact by my mother, myself and my sister. Even now, though grandma is a saved by Grace, Born Again Christian she lets one of her expletives fly and I look in shock, especially when it's in front of my children. Luckily, my children are innocent enough not to realize a bad word when they hear it! Hopefully next time I'll be wise enough NOT to laugh.
UPDATED:
I started to say this in the comment section, but thought it might be better said here:
Just to set the record straight, over the course of my Christian adult life, I too have used many "choice" words in anger, meant to hurt the one they were aimed at. I think the condition of our hearts is much more important than the actual words we use. "From the abundance of the heart the mouth speaks." That scripture is always convicting for me since it's my mouth that usually gets me into trouble.
10 Comments:
Hee hee. Like you, I grew up in a profanity-laden household, and I had to work at un-sailoring my vocabulary. Or, um, am WORKING on it.
yes - that will happen with learning phonics. these things just happen. great to hear he is learning to read so well though!
I don't know if I'm just a sicko, but that was hilarious! Sometimes I cuss. It depends on who I'm talking to.
Camy
We have had a similar problem in our house. In our case it is my husand who lets them fly, especially when there is trouble with his computer. The kids know it's wrong and that it is something Daddy learned before he became a Christian at age 10. It has been hard me, having grown up in a "no swearing for any reason" household, to figure out how to deal with it. Funny how kids, once they undersand a it, just shrug it off.
It is pretty funny when it happens, as long as it isn't in a store, where mine did it.
Thanks for the site. Yeah, I had forgotten then found it again when I was looking through my links. I forgot to update the post when I did. Phooey.
Yeah! I get to be the third "Heather" in a row!
I'm with Camy - I'm a curser sometimes, but I filter with company. The age old question: who decided which words?
I can't hold my curiosity anymore. Where did Tammy get the reading material?
Just to set the record straight, over the course of my Christian adult life, I too have used many "choice" words in anger, meant to hurt the one they were aimed at.
I think the condition of our hearts is much more important than the actual words we use.
You're right. It is funny. As a grandmother I find so many things my adorable grandchildren do highly amusing (althought their parents don't necessarily see the humor). Grandparenting is so much more relaxing.
Thank you so much for your insightful comment on my blog. I love the idea of the jouney being the destination. Sometimes I am so focused on what it is I want, I don't even begin to appreciate what the Lord is in the Process of doing. I knew I'd get words of wisdom!
My husband's family curses all the time. I have to remind them when there are children present.
I guess the phonics thing really works!
Here via Carnival of Family Life.
Oh my, that sure made me giggle. I think my husband would have given me the very same look! :D
OK, this is bad but even though I am born again (the Hubby too), growing up in a house that cussed, and having been in the Navy...well, old habits, ya know? I was particularly upset the other day because the woman who sold us a hyper/biting puppy wouldn't take her back, even without a refund mind you! I let a f-bomb fly, my 5 yr old didn't even blink. A few minutes later she chastised me for saying "idiot". Now, that's just sad on so many levels! ;O)
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