Ezri can now get herself up into this Maple Tree on the Puffer playground. She is very proud. Carved high in the tree she and Justin discovered the f-word. They brainstormed ways to cover it, but found it could not be scratched off with a stick. They discussed a plan to bring duct tape to cover it later. You can see it up there in the photo if you look closely.
Ivan watched from below and asked Ezri about it when she came down. She told him they’d found the f-word but wouldn’t tell him what it was because “it’s a bad word, Ivan.”
He turned to me, “I bet it’s foot face.”
I said, “No. That’s not the f-word they are talking about.”
He asked Ezri where it was and she pointed into the branches and ran off.
Ivan squinted up, “f-uhh-k. It’s FUCK! FUCK!” Turning to me, “Is the f-word Fuck?”
I said, “Yes and it’s a very rude word and people will think you are being mean or rude when you say it.”
Ivan, “Fuck. . . fuck. Can I tell Ezri I know the f-word?”
I told him he could tell his sister he had this knowledge but there would be consequences for repeating the f-word and it was a word to be used almost never and only when you think it is okay to be rude.
