Yes. I admit it. Dr Pop and I curse in front of the little one. It's a habit that is so hard to break, but we always remind ourselves to do so when things happen like this:
The three of us piled into the car yesterday evening to head to the grocery store. The trip was mostly uneventful until we turned onto our street. There was a truck in front of us that seemed sort of lost (going slow, almost stopping as it approached side streets, etc.). We were all ready to be home and Dr Pop, voicing his frustrations, said, "Move out of the way!" and then caught himself about to curse.
Ever the sponge, Little Pop picked up where Dr Pop left off... "MOVE OUT OF THE WAY, FUCKER! MOVE IT STUPID FUCKER!"
Hindsight being what it is, I suppose that laughing was the inappropriate response.