In order to keep things real around here, I have to share the real things that happen around here...even if it is during family scriptures study. There we were, seated on the couches in our living room, scriptures in hand and it begins. Someone (probably a boy) bumps someone and that someone proceeds to call the bumper a "dirty German." The whole name-calling thing has been on my priority list of things to rid our family of. The boys recent fascination with WW2 movies has not made it any easier.
I scold, correct, try to get back on track. Quincy says, "don't call me a dirty German, I'm a dutch man." Only he says 'dootch' which brings about a round of cackles from the peanut gallery (Isaiah) who says, "you're a douche?!" Now I'm fully engaged, scolding and correcting King Peanut, and explaining to Quincy that the word is deutsche (you can bet I had to look that up!) and it's pronounced 'doy-ch.' Well, now all the little ears have perked up and the giggling has intensified. Brayden wants to know if 'douche' is a bad word and I explain that "no, it's not a bad word, it's just a word that means wash, but it's not a word he should be saying. Quincy then proceeds to tell us that his body wash says 'gel douche' on the bottle and I say, "I know! It just means wash!" Brayden thinks for a minute and then says, "so in German it would be George Douche-ington!"
We laughed uncontrollably for ten minutes. Finally I had to get control of the group and I knew I had to make sure this didn't leave the house. I settled them down and said, "Listen, we do not talk about this to anyone, it would be inappropriate! This is not a word we use." Without skipping a beat, Quincy chimes in..."unless we're in the feminine hygiene aisle!"
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