Tonight my husband and I overheard our six-year-old happily singing in the bathtub.
The catchy little tune went like this:
"The F word is fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck".
I won't lie. He's heard the word "fuck" from me on more than one occasion. But I have never referred to it as "the F word" so clearly tonight's diddy was learned on the playground and was no fault of mine.
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