My cousin and I did that with our youngest cousin, Amanda, when she was about a year old. It was Christmas day and we were sitting there, “Say shit Amanda! Say shit! Now say fuck!”
My aunt just sat there and laughed.
I can’t imagine any six year old being traumatized by something like this-if I had seen it when I was six, that would have made my week! I’d have been giggling non-stop.
Just be very, very thankful it wasn’t a br**st. As we all know, it’s dangerous and irresponsible to expose children to one (or worse, a pair) of those.
me and my friend spent like a month making sure that her childs first word would be murder. swear words are so overdone. now every time she takes the kid round her parents she has to convince them that it is really saying mother.
Just last weekend, two of us were trying to teach a friend’s 3-year-old that it’s fund to crook your finger at people and say “Redrum! Redrum!” We’re hoping it sticks until preschool starts.
This whole thing makes me think of some Victorian-era scandal rag.
…ss I was saying to Mr. T------ B----, she was simply the baudiest tart on the East End. Miss V----- H----- was so randy that the mere sight of a man’s c---- and b---- would throw her into paroxysms of earthy delight…
So how did this guy ever have a child in the first place? Surely he didn’t actually let his wife touch his p***s. Never he would never do that.
Wait until his kid walks in on them in the middle of sex. He’ll wish penis was just a word. I bet they haven’t had sex since this happened.
Hell my kids (boy and a girl a year apart) ran around naked until they were both about ready to start school. Couldn’t keep clothes on them. My wife’s fault, she was practically a nudist herself.
They knew what was what from an early age. No trauma ensued.
So what you’re saying is maybe there’s more to tis guy’s anger than meets the eye.
Perhaps his best friend is also named Barney?
that makes more sense than the BS about the sign
He probably wears a nightshirt with a hole in it for this purpose.
[aside]
I once worked at a hotel. One day, a guest asked me for directions to a “nice resturant” that didn’t serve any kind of alcohol. “I just don’t want my children to see anyone drinking alcohol.” She was upset when I told her that she was limited to the fast-food chains or Bob Evans. Other than a dirty truck stop, there isn’t a single sit-down resturant in town which doesn’t serve wine and beer, let alone a “nice” one.
I was kind of perplexed about the whole thing. I can understand not wanting to take your kids to any place where people are rowdy, but how will they be harmed by seeing someone drinking a beer? Likely, they wouldn’t even know what was in the glass unless it was explained to them.
Allright guys…I know I’m easy to whoosh especially with pop culture and such.
But apparently there is a movie called “Matthew Barney’s Penis” that came out awhile back.
I doubt it. The letters to the editor of my local paper often look like something from the Onion, and those folks are serious.
But I took it upon myself to peruse some of the other sections of the site, especially those areas I thought would be ripe for humor if it was a parody site. The obituaries were respectful, the religious announcements were typical of what you would find any local paper, and the restaraunt reviews were straightforward.
So what we’ve got here is someone who actually afraid of the word “penis.”