The 10 Bad Words

Breckin is starting to learn that sometimes we do stuff even if we don't like to or want to.  It's a hard concept for adults, I'm surprised he's catching on so fast and does stuff when he doesn't want to.  The most common "Don't Want To" things are TBall (cause he thinks he's not good!!!), the dentist, the doctor, washing his hair, and standing in line at stores.  But, he also thinks bad words are the greatest things on Earth, even though he knows he can't say them.  It's never made the blog before but, Breckin used to have an issue with blurting the F word out just to get a reaction.  It's pretty hard not to laugh at a small, just-turned-3 yr old who murmurs f*** at the end of story time while he's wearing Thomas the Tank Engine jammies and cuddling with his stuffed zebra.  Somehow, Dustin and I managed to keep our stern faces and remind him that words like that are ugly and they hurt Jesus's feelings.  He loves going to chapel so it worked.  We haven't heard it from him in almost 2 years.....

And, then.  This conversation. 

Breckin:  Mommy, I had this marble maze at school and it has a pink flusher on the top and Chase and I had five marbles and when we stood up and dropped them, they funked down through.  (Funk is his new fav sound/not-so-word when stuff falls)  Funk.  They funked down through.  F***.  Sheepishly looks up at me.
Me:  Hey.  You know better.  That word is not ok in this house and it's just one of those words that we don't say.
Breckin:  Mommy, wouldn't it be cool if bad words were good words and good words were bad words?
Me:  No way, dude, cause there are loads more good words than bad words and then we'd be stuck with not much to say.
Breckin:  Like how many?
Me:  Well, there are 50 Hundred (it's the biggest number when you're 4) good words and only, like, 10 bad ones.
Breckin:  Holds out his fingers to count them and quietly whispers   Stupid, Hell, Shut Up, Dumb, F***,
Me:  Ok, whoa buddy, we don't need to say them to know what they are.  Let's just use the good ones, ok?

He was really going to count the ten worst things he could think of.  Why can't Daddy handle some of these conversations?  How else can I tell him that those words are not good- is there really a reason why that kids would understand?  All I can say to him is they just aren't good.  Anyone have a better reason?