27. Dinner Party

27. Dinner Party

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“Fuck,” Jessica says and an incident flashes in front of my eyes.

Almost 6-8 months ago, I was babysitting a 2-year-old. Cute boy. Very active. Her mother was a little bitch sometimes. But the pay was good, so I put up with her. One fine evening, he started saying some obscene words.

Especially ‘Fuck’. He would say it again and again and again.

I was mortified. Kids this age are super attentive. I thought maybe I had a slip of tongue in front of him. After a huge tantrum and a few insults from her mother, I was fired. A few months later. I met her somewhere.

Laughing, she told me, “Remember that F word he threw around?”

That was a sore nerve, but I kept my smile.

“My boy was saying ‘Frog’.”

‘Five green and speckled frogs

Sitting on a speckled log

Eating the most delicious bugs…’

I hate that nursery rhyme now.

…..

His jaw ticks, and he shakes his head in disapproval. And I want to shrink in my spot.

“Three weeks. It took me three weeks to