Me and my waistline thank you

I think a need to add an addendum to my little plan. We may have to work on cleaning up Sam's vocabulary. The other night Joe was helping Kate finish up some broccoli and he plays the age old game of pretending it's his and not wanting anyone else to eat it which is the cue for the kid to steal it off the fork. Our kids love to then blame the dog, cats or even me for the missing food. So Kate ate the broccoli and Joe asked indignantly who the culprit was and Sam piped in "It was the fucking dog!!!" I choked not just on my food but on my laughter. Once I recovered sufficiently to talk, I told Sam that we do not use that word because it is not a very nice word. Sam looked at me in all innocence with those big brown eyes and asked "Why is dog a bad word?" Joe and I couldn't help ourselves and we laughed till our sides hurt.
By the way, thank you so so much for your kind words and encouragement. Reading your words helps to strengthen my resolve and keep a positive attitude. Not to mention, it keeps me from eating my weight in chocolate covered pretzels.