Why can’t I say… that word?

It’s really unfair!

I’ve been grounded. For almost 10 minutes I had to be in my room without my favorite toys, just looking at the walls (according to dad I should think in life!)
Why? I don’t even know… Ok I said that word repeatedly, and dad kept saying that I shouldn’t keep repeating that word, but it was not that important was it? It’s just a word. i still don’t understand why can’t I say it. What’s the difference between that word and the other hundreds we use to talk, to express ourselves? And if there’s a difference why is that no one can explain it to me?
When I said something like this to my father he just said:

You can’t use that word because I told you so. You can’t use it and that’s it? And everytime you use that word you can be sure you’ll be grounded!

What kind of reasoning is this? I know I’m just a 4 year old kid and I don’t have a clue on what is logic and so on… But if I would know what logic is, I’m pretty sure I couldn’t find any here… “because I told you so”!? Is that even an argument? It doesn’t look like, right?
When my mom came home I turned to her for some enlightening on this issue, and so I asked her, what was this about; why can’t we use this word? Hr answer was quite long and I didn’t understand half of it, but I did retain one word: convention. There was something about society rules, and conventions and the fact that all the people together as a society have decided to ban some words out of our daily discourses… Well, Although I didn’t get half Of what she was saying, I could understand there were some arguments in here. Fumble ones, but still they were arguments – see how it works, dad?- and one could resonate on them.
That’s when I asked my mom, why would our language have words that we couldn’t use in the end? That didn’t make much sense to me, did it? What did the person who invented our language have to say about this?

But as I was waiting for my mother’s arguments, she said: “It’s time for dinner, honey. We’ll talk about that tomorrow, ok?”

Well, the dinner was meatballs, so I’ll guess I’ll continue with this some other time 🙂

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A kiss in the morning

When I woke up today my dad was already dressed up and ready to leave for work. That’s not unusual, as he is the first one to get up every morning. The difference today was that I woke up before my mother. So when he came to my bedroom everything was very quiet in the house.

“Good morning, Dad.”

“What is it, son? Go back to sleep because it’s still very early in the morning.” He whispered.

“I don’t want to sleep anymore. I want to get up and play with my toys a little. Is that ok?”

“Ok, Zee. But let’s do it this way. Just rest a bit more and when mommy wakes you can go and play, ok? Now, dad has to leave to work. Give me a big hug and a kiss before I go. I love you, son.”

“Ok dad. I love you too.”

“As your mom is still sleeping I need you to keep a kiss to her from dad, ok? Can you hold it for me and give her when she wakes?”

“Ok Dad. I’ll keep it in my heart, ok?”

“Thank you son.”

“And when she wakes up I’ll open my chest with a special key I have and then I’ll give it to her.”

My father obviously liked this option. He embraced me tightly for a couple of seconds before he left… and I got back to sleep a little more.

It’s raining!

“Dad, why does it rain?”

“Where does the water come from when it´s raining?“

“Clouds are so fluffy and nice… I really like it. Are you sure they’re full of water? It would seem as they have cotton, not water…”

“If rain is water that has gone up, then when we jump into a puddle we are also sending water into the air and helping it to go to the clouds, right?”

3 yr old kids don’t need parents, we need an encyclopedia!

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Intergenerational emotional blackmail…

“- Dad, can I have an ice-cream?

–  No son, you can’t.

– Why, dad?

– Because it’s too close to lunch time. You’ll loose your appetite if you have an ice-cream now.

– Ok…

(pause)

– What’s that on the newspaper, dad?

– Nothing son. It’s just another article about the climate changes.

– Climate what?

– Well, basically, it’s about how my generation understood what was going to happen to the world, what human action was doing to it. How we are ruining your generations futures, and how we did nothing to stop it. Except talking, of course. We talked about it a lot…

– Ok. I don’t think I get it…

– Don’t worry, son. It’s too complicated…

(pause)

– Do you still want that ice-cream, son?”

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I’m simpson…

Yesterday I heard the sad news. My uncle broke up with his girlfriend. I’m very sorry, because I liked her very much. I thought she was pretty and nice. She as always smiley when she was near us, playing, singing and telling us pleasant tales.

I asked my father:

“ – Dad, was uncle married to her?

– No Zee, he wasn’t. Your uncle was just her boyfriend.

– Do boyfriends and girlfriends hold hands when they walk around?

– Yes, they do son.

– And do they kiss each other ?

– Yes.

– Then why do they get married? Do they get married to have kids? Is that it?

– Well, that’s one of the reasons, Zee. But there are others.

– Dad, how do you call someone who doesn’t have a girlfriend?

– Single. That’s how you call someone who lives alone.

– That means my uncle now is simpson, dad? “

The paradox of the fat lady!

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“- Mom, what’s that fat lady doing over there?

– She’s just walking son. But you know, you shouldn’t call her fat.

– Why mom?

– Because that’s rude.

– Hum…

… (pause)

– Mom, I shouldn’t call fat to someone who is fat?

– That’s right, Zee. You shouldn’t call her fat.

– But mom, you keep saying that I should always tell the truth… How can I do that, if you are telling me I shouldn’t call a fat lady, fat?

– Haaaa… I think she was going home, you know.

– What?

– You asked me what that woman was doing. I’m telling you that I think she is going home. That’s what I think she’s doing. And you, what do you think?

– Mom. I still think she is fat! But don’t worry, I won’t tell her.”