After school one day a few months ago, Emma perched on the kitchen counter while I cooked dinner and chattered away. Then out of the blue she said, "Somebody said The Aff word at school today!"

As far as I can remember, I didn't grow up with a foul mouth. As kids, my parents didn't really shield me or my brothers from bad words, but they certainly didn't duct tape us to chairs in the basement and make us watch George Carlin videos either.

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By five or six almost every child is going to surprise their parents with the "S," "D," or even the "F" word that they overheard on the playground, bus, or even from you.

The kindergarten teacher wrote in curly script that she had instructed my sweet boy that day to use "kind" words, when talking with other students. Not words like "shit."