My Doggy Says F*CK, F*CK!

I know that other mothers (or fathers) reading this will completely understand the feeling you get in your stomach when you walking into you child's school and the Director is waiting for you at the door. In fact is not just waiting at the door but holding it open and waving you in with a look on their face like your child has just done the most hideous, indescribable thing imaginable. Then she says those dreaded words, "I need to speak with you in my office." I find myself dragging my feet as I follow her to the office and every possible scenario is running through your head...Did they get in a fight? Did they hurt someone? OR, OH NO...Did we forget to lock the bedroom door and they saw us and gave a vivid description to their classmates and teacher?! And then I heard, "Your daughter was using curse words today." I found myself giving a sigh of utter relief. And maybe a little giggle. I tried to keep a straight face as I asked the Director which of the curse words she used. I found myself giggling again as the Director tried to bring herself to say the word. She finally says "The F word, do you know which one I'm referring to?" "Um, yes I think so," I said." "Well, your daughter started saying it over and over again in circle time today. Do you have any idea why she would say that?" asked the Director, like I should know the very instance that my daughter could have learned that word. I said, "why don't I go get her and maybe she will tell me why she said it." As we step out of the office my daughter prances down the hallway exclaiming loudly, "Mommy, my doggy says F*CK, F*CK!" I smiled at the Director and look at my precious little girl, "So your doggy says ruff, ruff?" And with an eye roll and a sigh my daughter said, "Yes mommy. I said that already. My doggy says F*CK, F*CK!"