Well, it’s a dang good thing you can’t pronounce /k/, my little Peanut.

Because when I caught you spitting out your first “FUT” in the living room, it took some of the edge off.

And though I explained it’s an angry word that we don’t say, despite your insistence that “Daddy says it!”, you’ve slipped a couple of times.

Thankfully, nobody knows what a fut is.