Caca Boudin & Baby Cadum

Why is it the first words we learn in a foreign language are the naughty ones?

Well, my son has discovered the delight of repeating, over and over and over again, BAD words.
Well, bad by pre-school standards. Apparently the word "caca boudin" (sausage-like pooh) is a really good one. It sends him into fit sparkly-eyed giggles. Funny enough it's been passed down through the generations here in France as even my sons's grandmother and grandfather remember the word. That and "baby cadum" which is a brand of baby powder and a real insult. If a 3 year old calls another 3 year old a "baby cadum" it means they are a real baby.

My son is not too sure about this one yet. Not sure he thinks it's an insult. He's still working out whether or not he wants to be a baby or a big boy, bless him. He likes cuddling mommy still and I like cuddling my little guy. While snuggling after his bath the other evening I thought about how we'll have to have a comfy chair where the current bidet is (another subject all to itself for another blog...another day). I like sitting there (on a board, don't worry) warming up and snuggling my little guy...but by the time we get to refurbishing the pink tiled and tubed bathroom, he'll be well into thinking about girls and the Bac and not into cuddling mommy any more...

The irritating days when he's a little "Caca Boudin" will only be a faint memory but I'll still feel warm and snuggly thinking of my little "Baby Cadum".