WASH YOUR MOUTH OUT!

The other day I served up dinner for the girls.  

Moments later, Big Sis ran through the kitchen singing: 
‘F**k, f**k, f**k! It’s hot!!!’

After picking my jaw off the floor, I spun around.
‘What did you just say?’ I asked, absolutely horrified. 

She held up what she’d grabbed from the drawer, looking confused. 

‘Fork!’ she repeated. ‘My dinner is very hot, and, silly Mummy, you forgot to give me a fork!’

Of course *ahem*. As you were.