The other day my two-year-old daughter looked up from her Cheerios, pointed at her elder sister and announced, "You are an asko." I spluttered, "Clementine! That is a bad word, and you should not say it!" She said sweetly, "O.K." Then she muttered under her breath, "Mommy is an even more asko."
My baby swears. Even as I type this I realize that only a generation ago, it would have sounded ludicrous. I, for one, did not know any cusswords, as we called them, until I entered school. And to this day, I know better than to say them in front...
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