Wash your mouth out ..

I heard this conversation on the bus yesterday. No wonder kids are messed up ..

'Now. It's daddy's turn to tell a story. Sit still, and listen carefully'.

Awww. Sweet. I had a quick glance at the supposedly attention paying mum an' dad directly behind me. The wee lad was about two years old, bouncing happily on dad's knee. I tried to avoid that annoying feeling as he yanked my hair when he flung himself against the window. Anyway. Back to the story.

'Once upon a time, mummy was in the kitchen baking a cake for Granma. Daddy was having a big poo and thought it would be funny to put it in a jar! Silly mummy then smeared it on Granma's birthday cake. Ha ha!'

Whaaaat .. ?!

Yuck.

I assumed the mum would tell the dad to be quiet, but no. He went on ..

'Then mummy took the cake and as she walked down the path, she slipped in dog poo! Ha ha. Smell mummy's nasty, stinky breath. That's why mummy stinks. Mummy stinks of dog poo. Mummy stinks of dog poo'.

Bloomin' weirdo. I couldn't bear it, and stuck both fingers in my ears, turned round and said, 'ls there something wrong with you?' I got up and changed my seat. Not good to imagine after breakfast.

Now, l thought the woman would defend herself, tell him to shut up, or stick a sock in it. But no. She kind of half giggled and looked embarrassed.

lt made me sick to think of all those little children who's guardians are filling their heads with such garbage. What are they thinking?!

As the family disembarked, l had a wee glance at them all. You would never dream that those conversations would come from such a well dressed, handsome chap.

How very bizarre ..