If Harry comes up to you and says a bad word, it is not our fault. We've been really good about curbing our trucker mouths, with the worst phrase Harry repeating from us being "Goodness Gracious!" but in the past few weeks we've had no sleep, bad colds and lots of change. In our sleepless haze, I guess we slacked a bit and a few bad words have slipped out here and there. Harry has caught each and EVERY one, then chanted it gleefully around the house.
We've learned our lesson.