I golf. Therefore I swear.

Peter never swears. Peter never swears around the children. But when a 2 1/2 yr old barn occupant runs wild and free bobbing her curls down the golfing range fairway at the country club because she could careless about golfing and more about the patio lemonade, the F bomb is bound to fly.

"What the F*** is she doing?!" Peter blurts. Then remembers. Remembers there is the eldest barn occupant standing at foot.

We were sure the new vocabulary word was going to be used the following day.  But nothing. We wait...