27. Dinner Party
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“f**k,” Jessica says and an incident flashes in front of my eyes.
Almost 6-8 months ago, I was babysitting a 2-year-old. Cute boy. Very active. Her mother was a little b***h sometimes. But the pay was good, so I put up with her. One fine evening, he started saying some obscene words.
Especially ‘f**k’. He would say it again and again and again.
I was mortified. Kids this age are super attentive. I thought maybe I had a slip of tongue in front of him. After a huge tantrum and a few insults from her mother, I was fired. A few months later. I met her somewhere.
Laughing, she told me, “Remember that F word he threw around?”
That was a sore nerve, but I kept my smile.
“My boy was saying ‘Frog’.”
‘Five green and speckled frogs
Sitting on a speckled log
Eating the
