Naturally, because they're toilet words, my kids thought this was hilarious. I mean, seriously, step aside High Five, there's a new act on the block.
After five minutes of this my kids were in uncontrollable hysterics and I was in a lot of trouble with Tracey, so we wrapped it up.
Then Miss8 approached me.
"I know a naughty word," she told me. "It's a boy at school's favourite word. It starts with F."
Now I was pretty sure I knew where she was going with this, so I asked, "Does is rhyme with truck?"
I was so convinced I knew where it was going that I was a little confused at this point. And curious. "What is it then?"
She lent in close, cupped her hand around my ear and whispered, "Fuck you."
Out white-trashed by my own little girl. If you need me I'll be in my trailer looking for the soap.