Thank God for phonemic awareness! This post represents a classic Owenism (if that is even a word). This happened when he was four, obviously before he could read. He had little phonemic awareness because he would never show interest or participate. My colleagues still talk about this one. It went a little something like this:
Owen: "Mom, Jacob said the f word."
Mom: "Oh Owen, that's not very nice. He knows he shouldn't talk like that."
Owen: "I know. I told him he isn't supposed to say bitch."
As you can tell, he has come a long way. His vocabulary of obscenities has grown and phonics has allowed him to know the proper letter and sound each start with. Those are my boys!
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