My parents never held me back when it comes to language and learning. If anything, they probably exposed me to things earlier than appropriate–my mom read The Three Musketeers to us when I was in 6th grade and my brother was in 3rd. Thankfully I was too young to understand all of the more colorful aspects of the book.
Fast forward *cough* years. My sister-in-law gave birth to a beautiful baby boy last week. Out of respect for her and my brother, I don’t have any pictures (that I can share) and I’ll call him Dig. Any who know his real name will get the reference and the rest of you… just go with it and trust me–it’s cute.
Wanting Dig to grow up with books, I went over to the hospital ready to read to him on his first day in the world. Knowing he’s too young to retain anything except maybe the sound of my voice, I took a business book. Reading along, I’m not filtering anything so I keep going right over the words “sex” and “bullshit” without censoring myself. I closed the book and turned to my brother.