An excerpt from Fussy, where Mrs. Kennedy is having a conversation with her little boy, Jackson:
“Me, driving: You know what? I think I’m lost.
Jackson, in back seat: Well, I’m not lost on my side.
Me: Seriously, I don’t know where the fuck we are.
Jackson: Don’t say that.
Jackson: If you say words like that to me, I’ll learn them.
Me: Sorry, sorry.”