Swearing was not listed as a milestone in any of the parenting books you had read, so you were pretty surprised when your toddler had dropped the f-bomb in the middle of playing.

Dabi stares at you, then back at your child. They were–up to that point– the sweetest, well-behaved kid you knew. Just the perfect little angel. The two of you wait in silence a little bit longer. Maybe you were just hearing things?

No luck. Your child repeats it with even more enthusiasm.

“Okay,” Dabi says in disbelief, “where the fuck did they pick that up from?