"F*ck You, F*ck you, F*ck You"

Today was sort of a horrific day. At times, I felt a little bit like a punching bag. It started out pretty great...coffee from Cheryl, bagels and cherries from Outey. Full belly and caffeined up...what could be better? It quickly went down hill as soon as I spit out the last cherry pit. I wish I could share details, but I can't. Believe me, it was a bad day. I will share one specific detail that is just too full of juicy goodness. It's about 2:15 and I'm making my way across the playground en route to the bungalow village to deal with yet another problem. Many kids are waving and saying "hi." One of the Head Start kids runs up to me to tell me he likes it when I read him stories. I say something like "I'm glad you like the stories" as I'm rushing off to my destination. Then his little brother, who must be late 3 or early four, comes up to me and says in broken English/little kid speak what sounds like "fuck you." Initially, I just smile and keep walking because there's no way this little kid just said to me "fuck you." No way. The kid follows me and stands in front of me as I continue to walk and again says "fuck you." I stop and look at him. He says it again! "Fuck you." OK, who paid this kid? I look down at him and tell him, "those are naughty words, you shouldn't say them...naughty words...palabras malas!" Then his mom comes over and I try to tell her what he said. She doesn't speak English, so an older kid tries to translate. Oh brother. I again tell him not to say those words...palabras malas!!! I'm sure he didn't understand me. I continue on my way to the bungalows thinking now I'm even pissing off the four year olds.