The kids were playing a game of cards with their friends. The usual banter of a bunch of 10-14 year olds was on. A perfect hot, summer afternoon pass-time.<\/p>\n
Of course, I had to chime in a \u201cLanguage!\u201d every time one of them went \u201cSHIT!\u201d or \u201cWhat the hell!?!\u201d That would make them switch to \u201cOh no!\u201d and \u201cOh my god\u201d. Well, at least for the next two times.<\/p>\n
In one of those breaks from inappropriate language, one of them pleasantly surprised me. He went, \u201cOh my Goddess!\u201d<\/p>\n
I was stumped, for a minute I thought I misheard a \u201cOh my goodness!\u201d (because that is what I use. Why bother God for every little thing, right?). But, he had said Goddess.<\/p>\n
He must’ve meant it like a quip, a pun, an attempt at being funny. But, it felt good to see that play of words by a fresh teenager, the true next generation. It was reassuring. Maybe we, the current generation are doing some thing right.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
The kids were playing a game of cards with their friends. The usual banter of a bunch of 10-14 year olds was on. A perfect hot, summer afternoon pass-time. Of course, I had to chime in a \u201cLanguage!\u201d every time one of them went \u201cSHIT!\u201d or \u201cWhat the hell!?!\u201d That would make them switch to…<\/p>\n