If a four year old drops something heavy on his foot and shouts "FUCK ME IN THE ASS" we know, with relative certainty, that he's just repeating shit. He heard Dad say it when he bashed his thumb with a hammer and, joyfully free of context, repeated it back. And that is what happened here. He overheard something and he repeated it. And if you can find me a parent who hasn't had a moment where a kid said the wrong thing, at the wrong time, to the exact wrong person, I'll eat my hat.

I announced to the ENTIRE FAMILY at CHRISTMAS that I came out of my mom's bagina. Not a typo.

I told a woman that complimented my mom's hair once that she dyed. She didn't. No idea where that came from.

I told my entire second grade class, in GRAPHIC DETAIL, about the Holocaust. Like, up to and including the medical experiments at Dachau. My dad had gotten on a history kick and had cough over-informed me over a weekend breakfast and I was so shocked I thought this was a thing I had to share with EVERYONE because...what the fuck right? I cannot imagine the conversation my mom had to have with my teacher following that gem.

A four year old cannot comprehend this concept. This is so far and above where they are as learners. At four I had just learned, in the vaguest sense, what sex WAS. Sometime, when no one was even aware he was listening, someone said the words 'pedobear' and he repeated it at the worst possible time, in the worst possible way. That's basically a right of passage for kids.

I think it is worth a check-in, a "Hey, your kid said this, what's the deal" kind of conversation. But I wouldn't put any more stock in it than that.

I'd give other examples from various foster kids, but that's a murky area because "My mom loves getting drunk" wasn't always a misunderstanding, you know? Whereas when I said it, I meant my mom likes drinking a beer on the back porch after dinner while I catch lightening bugs in the yard. Not my mom pounds seven whisky sevens starting at noon. But since beer = drunk, I thought I was on the nose.