When did I learn that?

My daughter is six and a half years old. Into the kitchen she walks, the afternoon light shines her hair alight with cherubic splendor, "Hey dad do you know the f-word?"

"Fart?" I say jokingly, she's six and farts are still funny. I'm in my thirties, farts are still funny.

"Fuck. Fuck is the bad f-word. Do you know that word daddy?"

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