I was sitting in my office one day when Livia came in and asked, “What does ‘f—‘ mean?”
I had recently made a promise to myself to be honest when the kids asked about swear words. But still, I attempted to evade the question. This was Livia, though, and Livia is persistent. My attempts at evasion failed. So I had no choice. I told her what it meant, in the most polite terms, and she seemed satisfied with my answer. No big deal.
But thanks, Faithful Reader, for whatever it was you did that exposed our children to the “F bomb!”