Jon Ronson on bringing up his boy. I hail from a time when one didn’t have conversations like that with one’s parents, but I still ended up knowing the words somehow.
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I loved that. You can’t put one over on a kid for long. Apparently, when my niece was barely three, sis took her on holiday with our parents to Lanzarote. In the apartment was a painting, which looked like someone had asked the handyman to throw the ends of all the paint cans on a piece of hardboard and shove it up there. Well, my niece walked up to it, put her hand on her hips and said disgustedly "What’s THAT!" "It’s a painting’ my sis said, "Nahhh….." said the niece – "That’s BO**OCKS!"
A shocked silence fell. How did she know that word? How did she know how to use it? My dad, sanguine as ever, strolled away and muttered. "Of course, she’s quite right you know.." and that was good enough for him. -
Hee – nice one. Clearly she has a great future as an art critic.
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