I Swear

Joshua is a thinker, by golly. That brain is always working, always coming up with questions that I usually refer to his father. As Josh got ready to leave for school he asked, "Mom how many swear words are there? Like 35 or more like 40?" My brain cells were not rubbing together fast enough to start counting so I just said I wasn't sure. The boy just kept right on talking, "Let's see, there's the A-word, the F-word, and the S-word. Those are the only ones I know." Sarah put her two cents in. "Don't forget the O-word, Josh."