My wife can probably back me up on the fact that I have come a long way on many things since our happy union. The occasional slip has definitely occurred. The most notable that comes to memory was about two years ago. Where we live we have about one-tenth of the traffic that D.C. has but, we do have a lot of elderly drivers. Slowly traveling behind one of these members of the greatest generation I blurt out "what the f***?!" I happen to have Elle in the car. On the way back from our errand we experienced deja vu only this time Elle was blurting out "What the f***?!" This led to a father-daughter conversation about bad words and how I was wrong to say that and not to repeat dad's foul language.
It's been a long time since I've heard any profanity spill out from my child's mouth. I admittedly have the occasional slip. Instead of the words coming from the Curse Word Rolodex they have become a cut-and-paste effort. So, I might throw out the occasional crud, crud bucket, meatballs, holy taco Batman and assorted creative curse replacements. Luckily I haven't had to have a conversation with Elle about not repeating any of my creative curse word replacements, yet.