It was day one of kindergarten, and one father was on a strict mission to permanently upgrade his five-year-old son’s vocabulary.
As they drove past a local farm, the boy pointed excitedly out the window. “Daddy! Look at those moo-moo cows!”
His dad sighed. “Son, you’re a big boy now. Big boys use adult names. It’s just a cow.”
A minute later, the boy spotted another field. “Daddy! Look at the baah-baah lambs!”
“What did I just say?” his dad corrected. “No more baby talk. It’s a lamb.”
That afternoon, the dad picked him up, eager to hear about his first day. “So, how was it, buddy? What did you guys do today?”
“We did some math, and then the teacher read us an awesome story!” the boy beamed.
“Oh, neat!” his dad smiled. “What was the story called?”
The little boy puffed out his chest, looking proud of his newly acquired maturity, and replied:
“Winnie the Shit!”
