My eldest child is a whiz at languages. She had four years of French before switching to Art and is in her fifth year of German. At breakfast this morning she realized she needed to hurry to make the school bus.
"Schei..." she exclaimed.
I glared at her. "I don't care if you can cuss in three different languages, don't do it at the table."
"I wasn't. I was saying Schrei which means scream."
"No, you weren't. You were about to say Scheiße."
She laughed, knowing she was caught by a mother who had only one year of German in college. Then she smirked and retorted, "I'm going to learn how to cuss in some other language and you're not going to know which language so you won't be able to look it up to see what I'm saying."
Spurred on to knowledge by showing up her mother. I'll take it.
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