I love my eight year old. She's a great speller, and can now conspire with us adults in spelling things out, rather than actually saying the word so the littles don't catch on. (The first word she ever caught on to the spelling of was P-I-Z-Z-A.)
Yesterday, on the way home from school, I was treated to this conversation:
Punkin: "Mom, I'm not trying to tell on my friend or anything, but she got sent to the principal's office yesterday."
Me: "What did she do?"
Punkin: "She said a swear word, and someone heard her and told on her."
Me: (me, not thinking) "A swear word? What one did she say?"
Punkin: "She said F-U-K-E."