Recently, after church, Boy Child climbed into the back of the car looking very forlorn.
I asked him what was the matter and he looked down and muttered,
"I said a bad word at church".
Immediately my heart began to race because I was assuming the Boy referred to someone as a douchenugget or an assfaced whore or something. Not that I would have any idea where he would hear such things or anything. But still.
So, swallowing hard, I asked him:
"What did you say?"
He sighed and his eyes filled with tears.
"I said Catholic".
Relief flooded my veins. Along with hysterical laughter. I kept the laughter inside though and concentrated on the relief.
"Catholic is not a bad word honey," I told him.
Jason was having more trouble keeping the hysterical laughter in check, but he did manage to reassure the boy that it wasn't a bad word and he would tell him all about what being Catholic means later.
We rode in silence for a moment and I heard Boy Child say to Girl Child,
"I'm glad I didn't say ass!"
Me too Boy Child. Me too.