S was getting ready to go out to the desert with his father.
J: S you have your bloody shoes on!
S: I like my bloody shoes.
S: These are the shoes with blood on them from the hunting trip! Big smile.
Sigh of relief.
“Bloody” is about the only bad word I use that has lingered on till now. All the others I have conditioned my self not to use anymore (unless its past the kids bedtime and the occasion calls for a ‘bad’ word to emphasize a story when extra expressive language is needed.)