School-isms

Ugh. I despise having Pander and Fia in school! I never thought I would dislike the public school system, I loved being in it myself. I didn't consider myself  a "homeschool mom" because I lack organizational skills and I'm only slightly creative. But then the school-isms started.
School-isms are words, concepts and behaviors that the crazies pick up from kids at school and bring home. They are outside of our accepted behavior and vocabulary and are typically things the crazies would not be exposed to (especially at this young age) if they were not in public school.
The first one happened when Pander was in  4 year old kindergarten. He came home and told me he fell on the playground and hurt his boner. "WHAT?!" He calmly repeated what he told me, and added that his friend told him boner was another word for your bottom. Seriously, there are parents out there who let their 4 year olds hear that kind of language, even if they don't explain correct definitions to them. Due to school, my 4 year old was the dumping ground for their poor parenting.
Another school-ism happened with Fia this week. I brought a new kind of cereal home from the grocery store and she came into the kitchen and was very excited to see it. She pointed at the box and shouted "Oh. My. God!" Again, I was shocked and surprised at the language 4 year olds are exposed to. I corrected her a little harshly and told her we only use God's name when we are talking to or about him or in prayer. She started to cry, and I felt bad because I know she really didn't realize it was wrong and kids at school were allowed to say it. I ended up apologizing for over-reacting, because my irritation should have been aimed at the school and other parents, not her.
Tonight, as we were getting ready for bed, Pander unexpectedly blasted me with another school-ism. He wanted to tell me a riddle. "What do you get when you take away the N in fun?" Well, you can figure that one out yourself. I gasped "Pander!" and he said "I know its supposed to be bad, but what does it mean to say that?" and I had to sit and tell my 6 year old (who now has a lovely range of cuss words to choose from) that we were not going to talk about what it meant, that some words are inappropriate, naughty, or mean and that we just don't ever use them. He said okay, but I have a feeling I haven't seen the end of this conversation, wheels were turning in his eyes while he tried to digest what I was telling him. As he walked away he said "Don't be mad Momma, I didn't know it was that bad." And I told him "I know, I'm not mad at you, I just really need you to understand that is a very naughty word and you can never say it again."  At the end of the day, I am more and more convinced that my lack of organization and half-hearted creativity would be a better environment than being surrounded by all those nasty school-isms.