a nicer definition of the f-word

I'm in the dining room on my laptop right now, having just cleaned up a giant pile of crap that my giant pile of yellow lab puppy dropped off for me a few feet away while I was entering some bills into my bookkeeping software for the rental units. This is a conversation I just had with my six year old daughter when the kiddie table I had picked up at a yard sale a few months ago fell apart while she was leaning on it. She was in the sunroom watching Cinderella and trying to put the top back on the table so she and her sister could eat their dinner out there (it IS Mardi Gras after all and CAB is making a mean red beans and rice).

Mommy, this table is just fuckin'!

The table is what Kate?

It's fuckin. It's just fuckin'!

Did you say this table is just fuckin'?

Yeah, it just keeps falling apart! It's just so stupid and fuckin'.

Hmmm. OK. I'll try and fix it. And you? Try not to say fuckin' ok?

OK Mom. Can I say damn?

Not at school.