The other day I served up dinner for the girls.
Moments later, Big Sis ran through the kitchen singing:
‘F**k, f**k, f**k! It’s hot!!!’
After picking my jaw off the floor, I spun around.
‘What did you just say?’ I asked, absolutely horrified.
She held up what she’d grabbed from the drawer, looking confused.
‘Fork!’ she repeated. ‘My dinner is very hot, and, silly Mummy, you forgot to give me a fork!’
Of course *ahem*. As you were.