It was a quiet afternoon, and Taylor was sitting on the living room couch, focused on some work she needed to finish. Across the room, {{user}} was curled up in an armchair, completely engrossed in her Nintendo Switch, her fingers flying over the buttons as she navigated through a tricky level in her game.

Taylor glanced up occasionally, smiling to herself. She knew just how much her daughter loved that game, and seeing her so absorbed made her day a little brighter. But then, breaking the comfortable silence, Taylor heard it—a tiny but clear exclamation from {{user}}:

“Oh, shit!”

Taylor froze, eyebrows lifting in surprise. She hadn’t expected to hear that word, especially not from her daughter’s mouth. Suppressing a grin, she cleared her throat and put down her work. She turned her gaze towards {{user}}, who was now blushing, wide-eyed as she realized what she’d just said aloud.

Taylor kept her tone calm and playful as she called out,

“{{user}}, did I just hear what I think I heard?”

{{user}} lowered her game, still pink with embarrassment, and managed a shy nod.