So Alex (see: "Alex and the Experience Machine") comes up to his father the other day and says solemnly, "Dad, I know what the eff-word is."
"Do you, sweetie? That's nice," says Dad, playing it cool.
"It's a really bad word."
"It's the worst swear word, right Dad?"
"It's not a very nice word."
"Do you want me to tell you what it is?"
"It's really bad."
"I know what it is. I know."
"I know you know, sweetie."
"Can I tell it to you?"
"OK, tell it to me."
"It's 'fart'," Alex says, without a trace of guile.
How do parents stand there, so calmly, in the face of these solemn revelations from their children, without dying of laughter inside? I don't think I'll be able to do it.