When my son Steven came home from his first day at school, the first thing he asked his mother was:"Is mother f**ker a bad word?"
She punted. "Wait until your father gets home."
I figured if he had heard that word, surely he must have been exposed to others. So the two of us went to the den for some man talk.
Sure enough, he had a working vocabulary in cussing a blue streak. Patiently, I explained the meaning of each word. After about half an hour, I asked: "What do you think? Do you understand this stuff now?"
Steven shook his head. "I don't understand any of it."
So I took a deep breath and started over. After about fifteen minutes, I asked again: "What do you think?"
"I think habit's hard to break," the little guy said.
"What? I don't understand."
"Well, he reasoned, "when you say mother f**ker, it just feels good in your mouth."
I couldn't argue with such overwhelming logic.