Megan was telling me about the apparent vandalism that took place on the Tennis courts where she takes her lessons. "It's kinda like, um, well it kinda looks like a mushroom but I don't think it's a mushroom. I think it looks more like an alien."
"Hmm." I said. "Is it spray painted on the Tennis court?"
"Yeah. It's like it's paint or something but it's kinda hard to see because it's blackish."
"Well that's not cool that somebody did that." I lamented to Megan as we drove along.
"Mmm hmm. And it also has a swear word on it too." She continued.
"Really? That's not good."
Megan continued to look out the window and with a far away look in her eye added, "Yeah, it's the F-word one."
Gasp! I didn't even know she knew there was an F-word. So I decided to tread lightly on this one. For all I knew, to her the F-word was Fart or Fudge or Fat. "So, do you know what the F-word is?" I asked her.
"Oh yeah. I know what it is."
"Have you ever heard anyone use the F-word at school or anywhere?" I wanted to know.
"Oh no." She responded. "But you know Mom, I do know how to read, you know!"
Good point. I guess I can't shelter her forever... sigh. But part of me still hopes whoever the little turd was that vandalized the Tennis court wasn't smart enough to spell the F-word correctly. Wishful thinking, I suppose.