B-Rad On Cussing

Today at lunch, my son and I somehow got on the topic of cussing. I was reminded of a conversation I had years ago with my mom, who is in heaven now. I told him what she had said.

She said “Son… you are at an age where you will probably start cussing. For all I know, maybe you already do. And soon, you will be too old for me to do anything about it. But I have one favor to ask:. If you would, please don’t ever use the ‘F’ word around me. I don’t know what it is, but there is just something about that word that makes me cringe. If you would grant me that one favor, I would be most thankful”. And for the rest of her life, I honored her request.

After hearing the story, he sat silent for a bit and then asked in a serious tone “Dad…are there any words that you would rather not hear me say?”

I thought about it and answered “Dad, we’re out of rum.”

Hindsight being 20/20, I probably shouldn’t have told him that while we were eating. Medics almost got called to Taco Town.

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