my twelve year old son has a bit of a sailor mouth. he is not entirely to blame because his father and i are both pretty salty… and try as i might i can’t seem to reign it in too much, especially when i injure myself, which happens with shocking frequency. i am always covered in bruises from walking into corners or moving furniture around or misjudging whether my hip will hit the counter… last fall i even shut the trunk down on my OWN head and gave myself both a concussion and a contusion - my doctor was duly impressed. so most of the time i don’t get too flapped by his swearing, unless we are around grandparents or other people’s better behaved children. but we were around the grandparents A LOT this summer and i came up with a GENIUS rule (normally i would never give parenting advice, as i think the whole process is so hard and unpredictable and none of us will even know if we did a good job for decades, at which point it will be too late anyway, but this is a good little nugget i think…)