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"Mommy!" my son cried out as he ran into the room, "Cherish just said the f-word!" The F-Word
Paige L. BurtsonI set my book down, took his hand and asked, "What is the f-word?"
He looked around the room.
"It's okay to tell me, honey."
Meeting my gaze, he shrugged, "It's 'stupid.'"
I squeezed his hand and called to his sister's bedroom, "Cherish, come in here. Right now."
Based on a true story.
Copyright ©1997 Paige L. Burtson and M. Stanley Bubien. All Rights Reserved.Please contact the editor for free text versions of this very short story formatted for e-mail, Usenet news, or ftp.
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