One early fall weekend, our son Nash, who has Down syndrome, dropped the "F" bomb. He was six, and said out of the blue... "F'ing house". Trying the "Ignore, Ignore" form of parenting, he said it about 4 times until I just couldn't ignore it anymore and I pounced on him. giving him a stern talking to and putting him in time out. Nash's daddy, Jeff, heard him say this several times too, and cooperated with the parental punishment, not saying a word. It usually happened when Seger, our golden retriever, was nearby. Then the next day while Jeff was at Home Depot trying to buy tiki lamp oil when all they have is Christmas stuff out in 90 degree weather...Nash said it again. "F'ing house" Instead of the time out I decided to dig further knowing he hasn't seen any F bomb movies. Me: Nash, are you saying "F'ing house"? Nash: Yes Mom Me: Why are you saying that? Nash: Seger!! get in the F'ing House right now....Daddy. Busted big time, Jeff got a time out when he got home.