Kids Say the Darndest Things

A father came into the library with his two boys in tow. The oldest boy was in those few sweet teen years before the drivers license, the dating, the drama. He was trying to keep his rambunctious little brother in check while his dad asked for directions. The little guy was just big enough to peer in the book drop slot, probably about 5. The little one was bouncing off the walls yammering away while his older brother tried valiantly to keep him at arms length. Under his breath he would tell the little one to knock it off. He wanted to be with the adults. Little bro didn't like being ignored and started hitting big bro. Big bro inadvertently hit little bro in his "junk" while warding him off.

"My junk! You hit me in my junk! You*@#%#$@*!" On and on he loudly spouted obscenities in his piping little boy voice.

Big bro woodenly looked on as the onslaught continued, apparently mortified. He valiantly tried to distance himself from the foul mouthed little one. Dad thought it was funny and gave a little chuckle and smiled at me. I blushed furiously and expedited the directions.

No, really, not so cute. Not so funny. That poor kid. He's obviously not going to learn the value of holding his tongue from his father or when and how to use language appropriately. Someone give that man a bar of soap.