Note to Reader: Please read "Too Much Dr. Seuss" first so that this makes sense. Once you've read it, you can now enjoy how Monkey Man's attention was turned to a very bad word. This is why a few years ago, I referred to the bucket. (And now you have TWO posts to catch up on!)
Yesterday, Monkey Man, Hubby and I were in the kitchen having a perfectly nice time chatting while getting Monkey Man ready to sleep at his grandparents' house. Chatting about making books (Monkey Man loves to write and illustrate books, and even more, loves to sell those books to his grandparents), what toys he was going to bring, when his next basketball game was - all perfectly innocent, normal conversation.
Then, he had a question:
"Remember when I didn't know fu@#er was a bad word?"
I tried SO HARD not to laugh, ran into the living room and lost it. I tried to keep it quiet, but inevitably, I began to snort and wheeze so my intentions of inconspicuous laughter were quickly given away. I heard my husband, who did not dart out of the kitchen, try to keep his cool, but my husband gets the giggles worse than a 7th grade girl, so he started cracking up when he heard me.
To answer your question, yes, Monkey Man, we remember those days fondly. And thanks to Grandma, you are now perfectly aware of this word and it's badness. So, yeah, now we're fu@!ed. Great.