One afternoon when Katy was in kindergarten she got off the bus and informed me that she had learned “the f-word.”
“Fart.”
She later told us she had also learned the “sh-word”
“Shut up.”
Honestly, in our family the real “f-word” isn’t fart. And it isn’t another word that might come to mind.
It’s “fine”.
To my mind, “fine” may be the most terrible word in the english language. And words matter as my friend Sharon always reminds me.
