One afternoon with foul words

When I am about to fetch my kid from his soccer training, I heard three higher primary students exchanging a few foul words with each other. They are not arguing, but laughing nonchalantly.  One says, “I know what an ass looks like…”

These kids are wearing their school uniform. (note: not from my son’s school thankfully, but this can happen from ANY school to be fair.)

Words like G_ _ D_ _ _ I_ and As_ H _ _ _ were thrown. My auditory nerve is sensitive to hearing these words coming from kids their age and so finally, my brain decided to zip their not-so-innocent mouth.

Despite the fact that I’m shaking inside and have been wanting to spank them all, I manage to keep calm and tell them that their teachers won’t be happy if I report them to their school. I also found myself repeating these words (I know you’re going to raise your eyebrow, but let’s face it, I’m talking to some hard headed higher primary kids, I am curious to know their reactions if I copy them)

I studied their faces of contempt.  Then I let out a “not really nice to hear, right?”

I smiled and retired.

I heard the biggest one exclaimed, “Hallelujah! That lady went away.