I blame his father ...

Since you ask harry ...

D made the mistake one night of forgetting that toddlers are walking sound recorders, who instantly record and repeat anything they shouldn't. Ours has an affinity for swear words, which are word perfect within seconds. One night, while D was looking for something which he was having difficulty finding (no surprise there) he yelled out 'For f**ks sake'. Charlie who was close by with me immediately parroted 'F**ks sake' about three times. D came very close to death at that point, but we decided to work on the harm minimisation principle of never mentioning that particular set of words again in his hearing. It seemed to be working, but we couldn't work out why he was chasing the cats around calling them 'F**kers' because it's not a word we use at home. Obviously he picked that one up somewhere else.

Anyway, a few weeks later we were driving home after picking up takeaway one evening, with the windows down cause it was warm when suddenly from the back seat our toddler screams, very loudly, 'f**ks sake! f**kers!' several times, just as we are passing a large group of people sitting on the lawns outside the Flying Doctor Service. We were trying hard not to react and encourage him, which resulted in a lot of shaking and erratic driving while we struggled not to laugh out loud. Again, D's demise was only put off by the fact that he was driving, and I was hungry. We have been working hard on substituting oops and other more toddler appropriate words since. With some success. I blame his father.