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In our house, the S-word is “stupid”.  It’s a word I despise and I cannot stand to hear it used by my children.  (Of course, I probably won’t mind it at all once they start using the real S-word.)

Today, however, I have found myself using the word.  Liberally.

I mean, what other word comes to mind when there is chair found pulled up next to the wall where the spare keys are hung?

And you see that there are no keys there?

And just about that time your 4-year-old comes in from the backyard bragging that he had been playing with a key out there?

And when questioned he describes, in detail, the neighbor’s spare key?

Then, when it is demanded of him that he return  the key to it’s proper place, he bursts into tears and says that he can’t reach it?

What word comes to mind when you find out that he can’t reach it because his older brother (home from school with pink-eye [ewwwww]) threw it onto the roof of the garage?

Then, when you banish the children to the backyard (where they had just been happily playing with the neighbor’s key) they get angry and take revenge by throwing rocks at the sliding glass doors?  Big, heavy rocks?  What word, do you think?

After screaming at the boys and dragging them inside, placing them into timeout on the kitchen floor, what’s the word on the tip of your tongue?  How about when you go to check on them (since you were busy getting your blog started and not paying attention), you discover that they have ripped the doorstop out of the baseboard?

I could actually go on.

But, I won’t.  It would just be… sssstupid.