{"id":13830,"date":"2017-07-31T08:00:09","date_gmt":"2017-07-31T13:00:09","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=13830"},"modified":"2018-01-31T21:54:12","modified_gmt":"2018-02-01T02:54:12","slug":"its-about-f-ing-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/bluefootedmusings.com\/?p=13830","title":{"rendered":"It’s About F—ing Time!"},"content":{"rendered":"

In June of 2017 I wrote a post about the time that Livia asked me what the f-word meant<\/a>. I wondered what my husband had done to expose her to that word. He told me there was a story behind it and that he’d write it down for me. I waited and waited but eventually gave up hope. Seven months later (January 31, 2018), he finally coughed it up. It’s a good thing for him that it’s still funny! But it belongs in the 2017 album, so I’m backdating this post to July 31, 2017.<\/p>\n

Marshall, Livia, and Daddy were quietly sitting on the couch watching YouTube videos while Marshall waited for his new game to load on his tablet. Livia casually asked her brother a question.<\/em><\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> Marshall, do you know the word “f—?”<\/p>\n

Marshall:<\/strong> Yeah, I’ve heard of “f—.”<\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> Marshall, how do you know the word?<\/p>\n

Marshall:<\/strong> My friends.<\/p>\n

Daddy (in his head):<\/strong> Thank God it wasn’t my YouTube videos!<\/em><\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> My friends told me “f—” is a swear word and that I shouldn’t say it. But I like to say it. F—, f—, f—, f—, f—, f—!<\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> Stop saying that, Livia.<\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> Why?<\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> Because it’s a bad word, and you shouldn’t use it.<\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> But what does it mean?<\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> It’s a swear word.<\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> I know, but what does it mean?<\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> Eh…it means “sex.”<\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> What’s sex?<\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> Remember? It’s how babies are made.<\/p>\n

Livia:<\/strong> Oh.<\/p>\n

There was an awkward silence.<\/em><\/p>\n

Daddy:<\/strong> Why don’t you go ask your mother?<\/p>\n

Livia ran upstairs to talk to Mommy. Daddy was relieved.
\n<\/em><\/p>\n

Mommy (heard from downstairs):<\/strong> That’s a bad word. You shouldn’t use it!<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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