My Sweetpea Has His Father's Mouth on Him

The other day a kid from the neighborhood came to the door and whined to Ernie that Leo had called him a jackass and said the f-word.  I'm not sure what Ernie said to him, just kind of 'uh o.k."  Ernie told me about it and I rolled my eyes and said, "welllllll" because let's face it this kid IS a jackass.  When Leo came home I asked him about it and he said that Ernie had told him jackass wasn't a bad word.  Mmmm, o.k.  Then I asked him if he'd said the f-word and I saw a flicker go over his face as he tried to decide whether or not to tell the truth.  He went with the truth though and said (sounding JUST like his father I might note), "yeah, it just slipped out, I didn't mean to."   I sighed and told him that it wasn't the words themselves I was upset about but just the fact that he was being mean because as I explained to him-----even if this kid IS a fucking jackass----you shouldn't tell him and hurt his feelings.  We talked about hurt feelings for a minute and then I kissed him and hugged him because I really fucking like him.