It turns out this is a post that underscores the virtues of homeschooling -- by negative example. I've been saving this all week because it'll make a great "but before you go home" post to read and savor all weekend.
My parents have been down the last 2 weeks, and because they live 1500 miles away and see my kids about 4 times a year, they lavish them with presents. It makes me crazy, but I can't stop them, so I just blog about it to blow off steam and let it go. This time around, the boy got a Batman video game, among other things.
Now, we are not video game averse, and this little toy is relatively harmless -- it even has some problem-solving levels that are timed so you have to do more than "BBA! ABAA! BABA! XAXABBA! DOWN-B-X BONUS MOVE!" like Beast Boy on Teen Titans.
Yeah. Anyway ...
We're unwrapping this thing and hooking it up to the TV, and my son sits down in front of the toob and says, and I quote, "Yo, LET'S GET THIS PAUDY STAUDED!"
My son said this. Now listen: you think he got this from me, but I don't talk gibberish from Bass Patrol lyrics in front of my kids. I am sure all of you would not be suprised to read me argue against Doug Wilson or the ridiculous Dave Armstrong, "What? BAPTISM?! Well, let's GET THIS PAUDY STAUDED, Yo!" But at home, in front of the kids, I'm Ward Cleaver; I'm the nerdy guy from Full House; I'm Herman Munster, complete with that daffy laugh.
I would never say, "LET'S GET THIS PAUDY STAUDED!" to my kids. Yet here is my son, who has been in (I am ashamed to say) public school for 4 months, and he's bustin' out with Batman sayin' "Yo, LET'S GET THIS PAUDY STAUDED!"
Needless to say, I was mortified. And no, I am not going to let him blog. He's 6, and he doesn't get to tell his side of the story until he's old enough to know he shouldn't talk like that in front of his mother.