Tonight was back to school night at Annabella’s elementary school. She found her classroom, she introduced herself to her teacher, she found her desk. The girl she’ll be sharing her locker with happened to walk up to check out the locker at the same moment, so they got to meet.
We then went off to the gym to sign up for conferences and make sure she’s got some lunch money in her account. Shortly after that we headed outside to the playground, as a reward for good behavior.
Annabella soon came down the tubular slide and said with a kind of wonderment in her voice, “There are words in there!”
“Really?” I asked, surprised. That’s new…
Without a second of hesitation, the blink of an eye, or any chagrin at all, my (freshly!) seven year old daughter says, “It says ‘fuck my pussy.’ What does ‘fuck’ mean?” With perfect pronunciation.
Suddenly all the years of yelling PEANUT BUTTER! at the slightest utterance of any remotely bad words flashed through my brain. My jaw hit the tan bark. I was struck dumb.
All in all, a banner day. A 6 year old girl was sexually assaulted in her home, by a stranger, less than a mile from our house. The perpetrator has not been apprehended. And my ears of bleeding from hearing my sweet, sweet baby girl utter the words “fuck my pussy.”
Awesome.
