We watched a bit of the French Open final today. Federer missed a big shot and the TV camera caught him swearing, though without the sound.
Daddy: I think he just said a very bad Swiss word.
Mommy: Sacre bleu! (Okay, not Swiss. At all.)
Cora: Sacwe Bue! Sacwe Bue! (In that same scary gutteral voice she uses to drone the words "no bone...no bone" when we sing her The Riddle Song.) (I'm laughing now, thinking about it, but at night in the dark in her room it is some scary shit.)
I'm afraid all travel to French-speaking destinations is now impossible.