Dylan is 4.5. In his 4.5 years he has picked up a few choice words. At about 15 months he walked around saying "faaaa, faaaaa" after hearing me scream "FUCK!" into the phone about 25 times in a row after getting off a work call. On. a. Saturday.
At around 18 months he said "shit" every time I would drop something into the cart at Target. Lately he saws "aw crap" whenever he doesn't like what he is told to do. We're trying to replace it with "aw man."
The entertaining part of all this is that the swearing children are usually the fault of the men in their lives. Not in my house. It's all my fault. I have a mouth that could make a sailor blush. I have a very solid grasp of the English language and can easily describe any situation and express myself without the use of swear words quite well. But there are times when it really seems no other words will do. Most of these times are at work. Thankfully, I work in an environment where cursing is embraced. Because otherwise I would be reduced to "aw man" being the strongest language I could use. And that, internet, would just be fucking wrong.