Being a ‘big boy’ at 3 — learning to swear

Big Boy

At 3 years old I remember running into the other room to show everyone my new word.

“****” I said. “****”

I was so pleased at myself. I was a big boy. I knew loads of words.

I went everywhere saying “****”

Anywhere I went inside and outside the house “****”

They couldn’t stop me saying “****”

Even writing this I am tempted to say “****”

Grandmother Saves the day

My Grandmother took me to one side.

She was telling me a secret. I felt special.

I knew an even better word.

I ran into the next room, shouting :

“Sausage.”

I was a big boy.

Tim Willow

What’s your favorite vegetable replacement for a swear word?

Can I recommend “kumquat the fig off?”