“Hey, butt-head!”

When C was almost 3, we watched the movie, Babe. It is a delightful, inspiring story about a farmer who believed in a runt pig and learned to trust his intuition and the little pig that believed in himself. Plus, there were lots of other talking animals. What’s not to love and entertain a 3-year-old and her mother? Oh, perhaps the “foul language” belied by the “G” rating.

C was our first-born, and like any obsessive mother, I wanted “to do everything perfectly.” That included washing the foul language out of my mouth and saying nothing harsher than an occasional “Darn.” Even the words stupid and hate were banned; “Be more specific, honey. Are you frustrated?”

I remember sitting on the couch with little C. We watched as Babe honed his herding skills. We giggled over the budding friendships between a pig, a duck, a cat, and a sheepdog named Fly. I can still picture the smile on my little girl’s face as the pig would ask the sheep to “Please, move into the pen.” Sweet, respectful Babe simply wanted the sheep to move into the pen and to be friends with all his fellow farm animals.

Then it happened. I don’t remember which animal said it to which, but I heard it: “Butt- head.” I felt my back tighten. I imagined my daughter name calling at the playground or a neighbor’s house. I casually glanced at my daughter, scanning her face for any signs of registry. There were none. Perhaps, she hadn’t heard it. Perhaps, it was like a foreign word–one she heard, but didn’t understand so she ignored it. Either way, I said nothing because it seemed to slip past unnoticed by her. Whew! Bullet dodged!

A month or so passed and then, I heard it. I was in the kitchen and she was in her “Captain Kirk” styled high chair, sitting next to her father who was reading as I prepared dinner. I heard, “Mom.” I ignored it. Her father was right there.

“Mom. Mom. Mom. Mom.”

From the kitchen, I directed her to ask her father for what she needed. She could have. He’s a good father, willing to parent, but, it was my buttons she was seeking that evening.

“Mom. Mom. Mom. Hey, butt-head!”

My eyes flew open like a child’s on Christmas morning, but without the joyful spirit part. There it was. That word. It hadn’t escaped her; she was just saving it up, rolling it around in her mind and her mouth, waiting for the perfect time to drop it. She had succeeded in flushing me out of the kitchen.

“That word is unacceptable in this house. That is a time-out word,” I scolded. “If you need something, your father will help you or you can wait until I am done making dinner.”

“Torry,” came her reply, with sincere remorse in her big brown eyes. I walked back to my work.

Within moments, I heard, “Hey, butt-head.” I ignored it.

Then came, “Butt-head, butt-head, butt-head.” in her lyrical little voice. I was called to action once again. “C.M.,” (‘cuz real scoldings demand the middle name) “That is a time-out word. This is your final warning. If I hear it again, you are in time-out! Am…I…clear?”

She looked at my husband, who had (wisely) chosen to stay out of it. She looked up at me. She knew there was no way out other than, “Torry.”

I returned to the kitchen once again. By roughly my 8th step, I heard very softly “Butt- head” escape from under her breath. “Damn that pig!” I thought. After hiding my giggles, she was placed in time out and that word was never heard in our home again.

Fast forward 14 years to last night. As a family, we watched The King’s Speech. It is an excellent movie based on the life of King George VI. It chronicles his struggles with stammering, his rise to the throne, and the relationship with his speech coach-turned-life long friend. It also has an “R” rating, for language. My husband and I had seen it in the theaters; we knew what was coming. It was far bigger than “butt-head.”

Gathered together in front of the TV, I thought, “Here’s another perk with older children–being able to share movies like this one.” C wanted to know why A got to watch an “R” rated movie when we “never would have let her at 14.” It seems younger ones often get those forbidden privileges at a younger age because we love them more  of logistics. Should we ban one from the room–or never allow the older one to grow up? She thinks we should ban one from the room. “Compromise,” is what I told her. Besides being mature enough, my younger daughter really, really hates foul language and I can’t imagine the “F-bomb” crossing her lips.

The movie was as good as it was the first time we saw it. It prompted conversation and compassion, and included a rarely told history lesson. All the things I want in our home, and our home-school. It also included a fairly comprehensive list of  “words we don’t say in this house.”  Or didn’t say–before a certain pig started us on that slippery slope. Stupid butt-head.

8 thoughts on ““Hey, butt-head!””

    1. Given the fact that our fabulous teen babysitter-turned nanny is now a married woman with a little one all her own, I could ask you the same! Every time I think back on those years, you are always laced in the memories. Love and miss you!


  1. What a perfect conclusion to an engaging post! *giggle*

    My slip-up was via a comedy song on a compilation CD. I can link it here if you’d like, but I’ll suffice it to say I learned very quickly that song’s not for listening when Li’l D’s in the car!


  2. I think this movie is made famous by the amount of kids who picked up that word ~accented, emphasized or whatever~ it caught the attention of every kid. After it’s big release, I was babysitting our neighbors 3 or 4 year old. At the first provocation, he called me the “b” head word. When the parents came to get him and asked if all went well, I said sure just this ONE word surprised me…. They put up their hands in amazement and said “Oh man, we hoped he hadn’t heard that word on ‘Babe”!”

    Once again you related to the commonality of alot of mothers! Thanks for the good laugh and memory!!!


    1. Thanks, Anita! I think kids are “naturally” drawn to the forbidden words. I shared with my kids a story from my childhood the other day. “Bad, Bad Leroy Brown” was a top hit and included the word “damn” in it. Whenever that song came on the radio, I sang that one word just a little louder than all the rest. I was a rebel even at 10. 🙂


  3. It’s amazing to me all the bad language in the PG movies I grew up with…before there was PG-13. The worst, that I can recall, is The Bad News Bears…it has words in it that NO ONE would say today, much less a kid. Too bad I didn’t remember that before I sat down to watch it with my kids several years ago… :-/


    1. Laura–I so remember having the same reaction to watching The Bad News Bears with my kids.Though I must admit, it’s what is permitted on network TV today that leaves my mouth gaping more than any movie.


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