Let me tell you a story. This may or may not be ficticious.

Once upon a time, there was a family of four who considered buying a new van. This family of four include Papa and Mama, of course, as well as two sweet, innocent, loveable, adorable little boys. How precious and darling children are.

After several visits to different dealerships and lots to view various vehicles, this quiet little family decided to take a test drive of one of the marvelous vans. The car seats of the two little darling boys were placed into the way-back seat.

Remember, this is just a story.

With some discussion and commotion (*ahem*), the boys climb into their seats & buckle. Papa climbs in the driver seat; Mama into the passenger seat; Mr. Straight-Laced Salesguy into the middle captain’s chair. The adorable tots begin to push, pull, and generally grab every knob, button, or handle within reach. After a gentle reminder of where they are and what manners should apply, the group was off.

Conversation in the front turned to features & options, and what may be desired; conversation in the back turned to superheros, which ones were better, and why.

During the very short trip, Mr. Straight-Laced Salesguy was very smiley and helpful, but somehow put-off by the shorter 1/2 of the family. At some point, the van stops to let Papa and Mama switch spots. All is quiet. As Mama rejoins traffic a sound breaks the silence…

“SH**!” …from one of the adorable loving children.

No one says anything, at first, but Mama and Papa exchange a look as if to say did I just hear that?.

As a few silent seconds tick by Papa begins to believe that that didn’t just happen–(1) at all, and (2) in front of Mr. Straight-Laced Salesguy. Then, from the other side of the back: “Mom! [boy#2] just said ‘SH**’!”.

Papa proceeds to not-so-gently remind the sweet children of where they are and what manners should apply.

“So, Mr. Straight-Laced Salesguy, do you have any kids?”

“No.”

No van was purchased that day.