Last Friday, The Tank woke up from his nap. All groggy and wiping sleep out of his eyes, he asked me, "Why can't I say shit?"
Just in case I misheard him the first time I asked, "What?"
"Why can't I say Shit?" he asked again.
"Because shit is a swear word and swear words are naughty. So we don't use them when we speak."
I could tell the tank was cooking up something as I saw the wheels cranking in his little noggin. Then he inquired, "But what if it was an emergency? Could I say shit then?"
"What kind of an emergency would happen that you would have to say that? " I asked.
The Tank answered, "You know, if there was a fire. Or if a coyote was chasing me. Because, if I coyote was chasing me, then I'd have to say Oh Shit!"
