Witness my account, to the best of my (admittedly impaired) recollection, of the only examples in existence of my daughter, the sailor, rearing her foul-mouthed head:
1. Age: approx 1 1/2 yrs
After hearing mama refer to Ralph as "such a dick" approximately 85 times a day since she was brought home from the hospital, and before she could decipher disdain from affection in tone with any reliability, she began to greet her favourite people with the following: "Such a dick, mama!" "Such a dick, dada!" "Such a dick, Gramma!" Oh yes, she did.
2. Age: approx 2 1/2 yrs
While playing quietly by herself with a very small gadget (button? magnet?) that kept slipping through her fingers and rattling on the floor I heard a faint, but ever so emphatic "fuck."
3. Age: approx 1 1/2 years to present
Once in a while one of us will be humbled by the innocent query: "Why is it a fucking mess, mama?" or "Why did dada say shit?"
Can you feel the parental pride simply oozing from this post? Sigh.
Am I f@*$ing adorable, or what?