daddy, don't say 'fuck'
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2011.12.02
We piled into the car with a lot of bags, heading for Grandma's home. The Boy, perhaps having noticed a trend when Daddy's behind the wheel, greeted the ignition of the engine with some stern advice. "daddy, don't say 'fuck'. 'fuck' is not needed."
Right.