One Saturday morning, while we were driving home from a karate lesson, my then-nine-year-old son asked me: “Mom, what’s the ‘s-word?’” My husband and I glanced at each other; we had gotten into the habit early on of not cursing in front of him (and by “early on,” I mean it took us the entirety of his first year of…
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