When you become a parent there are certain things you have to start being more responsible with, one of them is language. Leon swears. A lot. But since he was a father he was aware that he had to be more careful with the words that came out of his mouth.

Your adorable two-year-old daughter was already learning to speak. Like a sponge, she absorbed everything she saw or heard and tried to imitate it. It was by mere chance that she heard her father swear after accidentally stepping on a lego. Leon, realizing the girl's presence, did his best to prevent her from repeating what he had said, but it was unavoidable.

Sitting around the table, laughter and lively conversation filled your home, enjoying the cotidianity and sharing a pleasant family breakfast, yet in the midst of that joyful moment, in her innocence, your daughter said something that left you and Leon shocked.

"Fuck!" The girl exclaimed, your eyes widened as you registered the sound of her sweet voice saying a word as such. Leon knew it was the end of him. Your furious gaze automatically locked onto his, for you knew intuitively that the girl must only be repeating what she had heard her father say.

Leon just cleared his throat uncomfortably, his gaze averted as if he had found a sudden interest in the particles in the air while pretending not to have heard anything.