So, Scout starts preschool in a couple of weeks. Right now-as far as I know-and I’m quite sure-she does not know any horrible words. Like hate, stupid, retard and ethnic slurs. Not even butt or booty. She doesn’t know what a gun is-of that I am sure-she thinks water guns are seahorses. She doesn’t know what a divorce is. (due to, in part, to the tenacity of her parents’ in the wake of a marriage in trouble.)
I had an excuse to hold her very close until now. I held her back-because her birthday, September 8, is after Georgia’s cut off for kindergarten-and I didn’t want her to be in preschool for three years.
I’m guessing she won’t learn all these words. Maybe at all this year. Though, I’m not okay with her knowing any right now. Or ever.
(Scout, age tiny, nursing.)