It was when my son came home, maybe in second grade, that he exploded with his frustration about curse words. “Why,” he cried, “are some words curse words and some not?! What are they? I’m the only kid who doesn’t know how to curse! Who made some words curse words, Mom? I really want to know!”
We live in a community where you meet your neighbors everywhere: at restaurants, in the grocery store, at the community center, on the blacktop. How can you look someone in the eye, wave to them, chat them up, when you’ve just berated their child for making the best calls he/she can on the soccer field? How can you have these kids over your house and assure them they’re in a safe environment when you’ve just verbally attacked them at a weekend game?