Posts Tagged ‘swearing’

“Oh my!”

Gabe

I can only guess what the language of the playground and form room is like at Gabe’s school. Occasionally, when angered, he gives us a clue, uttering a four-letter word. But his preferred exclamation of shock or disappointment, is the entirely neutral and probably unfinished, “Oh my!”

Robin

Robin has taken on Gabe’s exclamation. It’s one of the positive imitations of his older brother – ranked with reading and cricket. It’s timely, too, as some scribbled note of his was uncovered by L that featured the word ‘fuk’. He didn’t know what it meant, but knows we don’t want him using it.

Eliza

Eliza brought home the elizaphant. A grey papier-mache and toilet role construction, it is the finest model to make it’s way back from school and the first that won’t be recycled the moment it would stop being indecently hasty to do so.

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Morning has broken

Eliza

Throughout the summer holidays, Eliza’s reedy voice has been singing the opening verse of Morning Has Broken. Gabe has told her that it is the audition tune for the choir at the junior school she joins this month. And if Gabe is in earshot of her singing, he sharply interrupts her to criticise her singing. She kept practising all summer and the day of the audition looms.

Gabe

Gabe has become interested in swearing. Fortunately not doing the swearing himself, at least in my earshot, but his interest is in knowing the outlawed words. He has asked me what the f-word means. ‘Sex’, I said. Gabe tells me that his friend K has told him the worst word of all. He won’t say it, but it’s spelt ‘c-o-n-t’. ‘Nearly’, I conceded.

Robin

Robin came out of his first day of school in year 1 looking upset. L asked him what was the matter. His response: he was missing Eliza as he can’t see her now she’s moved up to the other school.