A child of mine and I were walking the sea wall. Talk shifted to swear words.
“Do you know any?” I asked
“Yes I think so” she said.
“Which swear word do you know?”
“The F-word”
“You know the F-Bomb? What is it, tell me?”
“Dad?”
“Yes, go ahead tell me”
Haltingly, with a rather British tone she says to me
“Faalk”
I correct her pronunciation and remind her that the F-word is not an appropriate word choice for her.
As I finish coaching her up, I notice a wave of relief washing over her face.
“What?” I ask.
“Whew” she says “There is a place on the map called the Falkland Islands and all this time I thought they were really really bad islands.
