Joey came home from school and told me that his teacher wrote "hell" on the board. I was like, what?! It turns out the teacher was writing "hello" and paused briefly causing twenty third graders to bust a gut. I asked Joey, "What did the teacher say?"
Joey got serious and said, "He told us to act our age."
This lead to a discussion on inappropriate words. The three boys began piping up about all the naughty things they have heard at school. To my surprise no swear words came up. They giggled and tried to outdo each other. I bit my lip so I wouldn't join in on the laughter. We then talked about how important it is to always do and say the right thing.
A few seconds later Joey spoke up again and said they were talking about balls on the bus and all of the boys were laughing. I think my eyes were bulging out of my head at that point. Surely, he did not know what they were talking about. I tried to play it cool.
"What is wrong with talking about balls", I asked inquisitively.
He pops out of his chair, motions with both hands to his midsection, and YELLS, "You know mom, BALLS!"
I nearly fell over. He said it so emphatically, almost gyrating his pelvis to emphasize his little boy parts. I just had to walk away at that point.