Her grandparents came back from a vacation out west with this backpack with all these whack-a-mole holes containing little animals.
She announced that they were all ‘puppies’.
So we had a bear puppy, a ram puppy, a chipmunk puppy and a fox puppy.
For several days’ they had to all accompany her whereever and so there was a roll call because inevitably one would go missing.
I was in another room when I heard her say: ‘Where’s F**K puppy?’
She just said THE WORD!
I hasten to where she is.
‘What did you just say?’
‘F**k puppy, where’s F**K puppy?’
‘Ooooooh! Fox puppy!’
So she says it again. The word ‘fox’ was banned in the house for a time. W’ed say ‘volpine’ or something else.
We must be reminded that when I was a similar age, I described a heavy duty work vehicle as a ‘Fruck’ my own parents must have been none too tickled by that!
I recall Holden announcing at breakfast: ‘Some people say F**K.’ And both of us trying to explain why four-year-olds NEVER say that word.
‘Look, there are words you just DON’T say, ok?’