They went down to the back fence to practice the words they weren't supposed to say.
Mummy's poo-poo.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Shut the fu*k-ing door.
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The other night my 8 year old son pulled out a box of duplo which fell in its entirety all over the floor. This was when we were supposed to be tidying up the floor because 'dad is coming home tomorrow and he'll be so impressed'. Admirably I said nothing.
And my son said 'you shouldn't say "fu*king idiot"'. And I said 'But I didn't say anything!' And he said 'But you were thinking it in your head weren't you'.
I'm guessing that this being Adelaide, I know that 8 year old. Admirably indeed.
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