We have managed to keep Daisy's language reasonably clean so far. We try not to swear around her, and we're not the type that use mean language when talking to each other anyway.
However, I seem to have cemented the F word quite firmly in Daisy's vocabulary, and I think I know exactly when it happened: The day she dropped and broke my iPhone. That day that particular word may have been uttered one or two (or five) times.
She now cleverly uses the expression every time she drops something. Excellent.
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