I remember the first time I swore in front of my Mom. I was four and Mom was driving me to the playground at Wendy’s. She said something, I don’t remember what, to which I replied with, “Like, oh my God!” I’d just seen a movie with valley girls in it, so naturally I employed the accent, the gum smacking, and twisted my hair around my finger, just for full effect. There followed an immediate explanation from Mom about how we don’t say that… 🙂 Now I swear in front of Mom allll the time. Yay for narcotics!