My Kids Have Potty Mouths

I don’t know where the **** they get it.

“SONOFABITCH.”

I looked at my 12-year old.

She was staring into our snack cabinet and holding the doors open, only a few feet away from me. I was in the middle of grabbing a beer out of the fridge when, from behind the open door of my Maytag, I heard the exclamation.