My children have invented a new game. I like to call it For Fuck's Sake.
What you do, is you pick up a shoe, or dolly, or lego, throw it across the room. Storm over, glare and it and shout For Fuck's Sake. Repeat ad infinitum.
Yes. I blame their father as well.
This morning in the car on the way to work a small voice pipes up from the back. "For Fuck's sake make the traffic go faster."
Actually, I rather agreed with her.