Jackson just walked inside from the back porch, where he and Brady have been playing in the pool. This conversation followed (as I half-heartedly listened cause I was checking email)...
Jackson: I'm not going to tell you what Brady just said.
Jackson: I don't want to tell you. I don't want to tell you anything.
Jackson: Mommy. Brady's a good boy, though. You know that. He really is a good boy.
(This got my attention. I have now officially decided that I must know more.)
Mommy: Will you please tell me what Brady said?
Jackson: He said bad words.
Mommy: What bad words.
Jackson: hate. and stupid.
Mommy: What made him say those words?
Jackson: A poem.
Mommy: What? What poem does he know have those two ugly words in it?
Jackson: The one I taught him.