The other morning Mason and I were having our normal breakfast conversation when he ask, "Mom, does F-U-C-K spell anything?" Of course I was totally shocked and I didn't want to make a big deal out of it. So as nonchalantly as I could over my cup of coffee I ask him what he thought. "Yeah, it spells F*CK!" Alrighty then, lesson learned. Don't ask a 6 going on 7 year old who clearly can sound out words what they spell!