Cussin' Like Sailors (kind of)

As weird as this may sound, one of the many reasons I enjoy having guests is that I tend to get a lot more reading done. How is this possible you might ask, with all the stuff that we do? Well, when we have company, I always offer to ride in the very back row of the van while Brian drives and the guest sits up front where there is more comfort and a tour guide, and not surprisingly, most people take me up on it. Since we tend to spend a lot of time driving, I end up sitting in the back row quite a bit. And since it's difficult to follow a conversation taking place in the front of the van while riding in the back, it pretty much ends up being alone time for me, where I get to just sit and read my book. I'm one of those lucky people that does not get car sick sitting in the back OR reading a book while riding. And, as most of you know, I'm still a total dork because my favorite all-time hobby is reading. So, long story short, I get a lot of reading done, and it's awesome.

So yesterday we headed downtown, where my dad was going to spend a few hours at Waikiki Beach while we swam at the Hale Koa hotel pool. On this one-hour driving excursion, Brian decided to torture the kids by turning off the DVD player in the van, so they had to find other ways to stay entertained. Zander decided to name off everything he could see and knew the word for (which isn't much), so he identified a whole lot of Jeeps, buses, and trucks. The only thing is, he doesn't quite say "truck" right. I was tuning this entire event out, completely immersed in my book, when Brian somehow managed to get my attention from the front seat without distracting the kids and told me to listen to the conversation that was going on between Zander and Charley. And much to our amusement, this is what we heard:

Zander: "Vvvvvuck, vvvvuck!!!"

Charley: "Zander, it's NOT f*ck, it's truck!!!"

Zander: "Vvvvvuck, vvvvuck!!!"

Charley: "Zaaaannnddderrr, it's NOT f*ck, it's truck!!!"

Zander: "Vvvvuck, vvvvuck!""

Charley: "ZANDER, IT'S NOT F*CK, IT'S TRUCK!!!!

You get the picture. This went on for at least five solid minutes, and Brian and I were dying laughing the entire time. I know, I know, probably not the right parental thing to do . . . one child (and possibly two) cussing up a storm while their parents just sit there and laugh. But I think neither one of us wanted to point out to either kid that bad words were being spoken, especially since Zander was simply trying to say "truck" and Charley was just repeating the sound that she thought Zander was saying . . . AND she doesn't even know that word to begin with, so I guess we just chose to laugh instead. Of course if the word comes up again, we'll point out the error of his/her way . . . but until that time, it's just going to make for a good laugh.