I will be the first to admit that I have always had a real potty mouth. And motherhood has done little to lessen it. But now I also have potty ears. Almost every time Ben says something I can't understand it sounds like he is swearing. Like this morning when he asked where I was and I answered "the kitchen." He then said something totally unintelligible but sounded to me just like he had said "What are you doing in the f@#king kitchen?"