Langauge

"Fuck!" Robert suddenly stiffened, conscious of the word that slithered through his chapped lips. He hastily placed his sweaty palm against his mouth as twelve innocently inquisitive eyes stared at him.

"What does 'fuck' mean?" Anna started, as she limped closer to him. Robert groaned in annoyance, he should have never taken this job.

" Its a..." he stopped for a minute to contemplate, "..a Mexican vegetable. Taste's fantastic, but its only for adults."

"I wanna see a 'Fuck',"

"No! no Ron, don't say that word, okay. If you say it more than five times, the boogie man will definitely get you,"

The children were silent for a moment to long, remembering their old nemesis, the boogie man. Robert stood satisfied with his little alibi until-

"Fuck, Fuck, Fuck, Fuck"Ron muttered triumphantly. I survived! he thought.

"That's four times stupid!" Anna snapped.

Robert suppressed the urge to gag, he would undeniably lose his job today. Sadly he'd lose it at a time when jobs were as scarce as hen's teeth. When had they learned to say stupid? Why were they so curious? Those questions wouldn't matter because the door suddenly opened and Robert felt his heart explode with fear.

"Mom!" Anna yelled, " Guess what? I l learn't about a Mexican vegetable named-"

"Lolita," Robert suddenly intruded.

This would be a long day.