The Lindenbergs

The other day Pierce and I were playing with an oversized, inflatable Frisbee in the back yard. The thing's pretty difficult to throw consistently (the packing tape repairs on it don't help). As we we're playing, if I threw a horrendous toss, I yell, "Well that sucked!" then chase it down and throw it again. Pierce thought this was hilarious.

Of course, after a couple of times I figured out that introducing my son to the word "sucked" probably isn't my smartest maneuver, so I discontinued its use. Flash forward three weeks. Last night Pierce is pushing cars across the kitchen floor. On one push the car spun sideways and flipped over. Pierce's response? "Well that sucked!" Nora and I looked at each other and burst into laughter. I said to her, "Well, its your fault he says "dammit", but I take credit for "sucked".

The more interesting part of this story is that on this same day Pierce brought home his lesson for the day. At school he is learning about the "ck" sound. The teacher wrote a series of words ending with "ck" on a piece of paper that Pierce would read and then trace over with a pencil to practice writing. The list consisted of words like:

tuck
puck
truck
luck

This list is what Pierce brought home to show us. Between two of the words the teacher printed Pierce added his own. Can you guess what it was? Yup, "suck".

-Eric (Dad)