F Words and F Notes

There are some days when I feel like everything that comes out of Bo's mouth is downright hilarious. Sometimes I'm right. Sometimes it's just me. Here are some recent conversations, and then I want to tell you about his violin lesson today.

On our way to the store Bo saw the Super Target sign and read it aloud:
Are all Targets "Super Target"?
No, just the ones that have grocery stores in them.
Ohhhhhh. So, like a Super McDonald's, then?
Hahaha! No, there's no such thing as a Super McDonald's.
Yes there is! We've been in at least TWO or more McDonald's with grocery stores in them!

Me: Bo, what do you want for dinner?
Bo: You always ask me that, and really, you don't have to ask me that because pretty much every time, the answer is going to be the same, I'm going to say, "Crab legs".
Number of times Bo has had crab legs for dinner: Ø, zilch, never

You know what I want to be when I grow up? I want to be in a band, be a bus driver, AND be a dentist. I'll have to go to college for a year to learn how to be a bus driver and a dentist. To be in a band I just have to practice a lot. Then, being a dentist will make it possible so that I can be a bus driver.
This comes from J's passion for third world development. In the past he has toyed with several different options for a profession that would make working in other countries a possibility. A dentist is one profession that we've discussed at length. Bo clearly has picked up on this.

And finally, his violin lesson. I must start with a few notes for background. One, I pride myself on my ability to not get embarrassed very easily. It's not impossible, but it rarely happens.
Secondly, his teacher. He's darling. He goes to my church, but a different congregation, and he played for us once and Bo remarked, "I could do that" and I decided it was time for him to put his money where his mouth is, and that's how we got started with lessons. But really, this guy is darling. And very good with Bo. He's patient, he has a good sense of humor, he pushes him, he is encouraging but expects a lot and Bo responds very well.

So today Bo played the song he practiced all week. It's his first song, so kind of a big deal. He did quite well, and as a little treat, Mr. C played alongside him. Bo squeaked and paused and was a little flat, but played with gusto. And when they finished, Bo said, "We sounded exactly the same!"

Then, just as Bo's lesson finished, I turned to discuss future lesson dates with his teacher and Bo was supposed to be loosening his bow and putting away his violin.

Instead he blurts out, "Oh man! I almost said the F- Word!"

I could NOT believe my ears. And I kind of couldn't speak. Finally I sputtered, "What F word are you talking about Bo?" And he answers, "The bad word that you aren't supposed to say, the one that rhymes with..."

I clapped my hand over his mouth and sunk down in my chair in COMPLETE and utter embarrassment. Of course I was laughing uncontrollably too.

The worst part of all was, his teacher, trying to help me feel better about it all said, "Did you learn that word at school Bo?"

"Nope, I was at home."

He was. It was just outside our home.

And I leave you with sweetness, playing the violin. Not almost saying filthy words.

And lest you think I sugar coat anything, I even left in the near-bow-beating of Danyo.