Swearing, said my mother, is neither big nor clever. Which is why, I suspect, I have always found it to be both. Before I had children I swore without restraint. Now I hear myself going on sometimes and I sound like Penelope Keith in The Good Lifelike Penelope Keith: “Sugar! … Oh my gosh!” I trill – occasionally, even, “Golly!” – while my children echo what I say a minute later. But even my powers of redirection have their limits, and now and then they say something worse.
The popular children’s song Head, Shoulders, Knees and Poop gets a regular airing in our house
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