WTF Does WTF Really Mean?

WTF Does WTF Really Mean? @foxywinepocket #humor #parenting #iswearhedidntlearnitfromme

My 8-year-old son Colin and I were sitting in the car waiting for my daughter to finish her music lesson. He was reading a book, and I was texting a friend. I didn’t realize that Colin was looking over my shoulder.

Colin: Oh! I shouldn’t be reading that.
Me (nervously re-reading what I had texted): What? Huh? Is there something bad in here?
Colin: W.T.F. Isn’t that bad? What does that mean?
Me (stammering): Oh! Well in this case, I meant, “Why, That’s Funny!”
Colin (looks at me suspiciously): …
Me (trying to play it cool): Why, what do you think it means?
Colin: It’s got one of those bad words. One that teenagers use. You know, the bad F word. I’m not going to say it.
Me: That’s good. The F word is a bad word, and you shouldn’t say it. But where did you learn it?
Colin: Randy** told me.
Me: Huh. I wonder were he learned it.
Colin: Maybe he watched a teenage video.

Clearly my son thinks that teenagers are the root of all evil in this world. I think it might have something to do with his sister’s impending teenage status.

** Name changed to protect the f-bomb-dropping 3rd grader.

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26 Responses

  1. WTF?

    Why They Fightin’?
    Where’s The Food?
    What’s This For?
    When’s The Finale?
    Where’s The Finish? (good one for runners)
    Who’s This For?

    I’ll try to think of some more in case you’re put on the spot again.

  2. HAHAHA…my son used to have the same view of teenagers. He was very suspicious of them. Now he talks like a sailor. Or me. Same difference.

  3. I got tricked into using the F word in the first grade when one of the class troublemakers asked me to say “cuff” backwards and I did.

    She giggled and went, “Haha, you said a bad word!” and I was like, “That’s a bad word?” “Yes,” she said seriously, “but don’t worry, I won’t tell on you.”

    Kids, eh?

  4. We’re reading The BFG by Roald Dahl. Potty mouth mommy keeps inadvertently saying Big F’N Giant. It’s bad. Really bad.

  5. As a kid I was a counselor at a daycamp and one of my 7 year old campers screamed “MOTHER… FATHER!!!” driving me into panic at first then instant jealousy at how cool and resourceful he was (or more likely, how creative his parents were at rerouting their cursing). I have been using that ever since (yikes, its been 20 years now!).

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