A couple of weeks ago, when I was on hiatus (that makes me sound important, right,) something hilarious/terrible happened. I had the day off from work, and was all by my onesies while the kids were in school. I should have done something awesome with my free time like throw a kegger, but instead I was slaving over Halloween decorations. Anyhoozle, while I was getting my hot glue on, I got a phone call. From my kids' principal. Zoinks. Apparently, Sassafrass, my darling six year old, was in the office. Her offense? Calling a little boy in her class a dick. (In her defense, he was totally being a dick. In my defense, she actually didn't hear that from me. Any other curse word I could probably lay claim to, but I really don't know where she picked up this one.) After my immediate horror subsided, I started getting a little pissy. The intellectual part of me said, "That's unacceptable. She can't just walk around calling people names. Especially ones like that." However, the dirty, damn the man hippie in me said, "That's horseshit! Who decides what a bad word is? If she had called the kid a poopy-head, she would have just pulled a quarter in class. But, she calls a kid a word that's arbitrarily designated as a 'bad word,' and all hell breaks loose. Shenanigans, I say!" I'm still conflicted. Obviously, because I'm a sell-out, I gave her a good talking to about curse words and name calling and all that jazz. But it still just makes me all mangry thinking about it. Not the school's reaction, really, just how random language is. I'm tired. And digressing. Does anyone out there get as hot and bothered about stupid crap like this as I do, or is my crazy just showing?