This morning Isaac had a bit of a temper tantrum and threw some stuff around the house. I got a bit frustrated and mumbled under my breath. There was no swearing, but for a swear-obsessed kid anything said in anger without clarity is probably a swear. When I arrived downstairs he had recounted to Bianca how I almost said the "F word." She asked and I set the record straight, though Isaac was still disbelieving. That's when his shadow of a little brother poked his head into the kitchen and yelled with a huge grin on his face "THE F WORD." Now mind you he did not say "FUCK" but instead the phrase "the F word" as if the phrase itself was the swear. Bianca and I had to instant turn the other direction so that Isaac and Ethan didn't see us burst into giggles.
The swear word collector and his assistant Ethan are a laugh riot.