We were in the car, on our way back from the lake. Millie was sleeping soundly and Bean was drawing pictures in her notebook. Bean began to struggle to get the cap off of a pen, when out of her sweet mouth I hear... "What the f**k?!"
"Bean!" I said, "What did you just say?"
"Heck", she answered. "I meant 'What the heck.'"
"Heck means the same as f**k," she went on to explain. "I'll just say 'heck' from now on."
"That's probably a good idea," I relied.
At least we reached a compromise.