Not so much a rocket from the crypt, as an echo from the everyday.
This past weekend, The Boy and his Dad had a chat about swearing.
Alex: Right, if I said 'I'm gonna kick your ass' -
Alex: - so that would be swearing?
Shane: Yes to that. Swearing not good.
Alex: Okay-. What about - if I was talking to myself - what about 'Now I'm really pissed off'?
Shane: Definitely more swearing, there. No doubt about it.
Alex: (mock contemplative, suppressing a smirk) Mm, so Daddy was right, then.
And so, there came clear and direct Cultural Learnings from The Boy's viewing of HellBoy II (one of Mummy's more curious spending decisions, of late - we'll put that down to stress).
A little later:
Alex: I got told off by Gail (aunt), this weekend.
Alex: Well, you know in grandma's garden, the wall at the bottom - before the bushes and trees and things?
Alex: Well I was walking along the wall, and I sort of fell backwards into one of the bushes and scratched myself - see... (shows scratches on leg and back)
Shane: Sounds a bit harsh. She would've asked if you were okay, though?
Alex: I didn't get told off for falling off the wall... I got told off cos I said shit as I fell.
Shane: Ah. Another swear word. You would have to get told off for that.
Alex: But you say it.
Shane: Er... no I don't.
Alex: Yeah y' do. I told Daddy that y' do.
Shane: Oh, f-... what did y' want to go and do that for?
Alex: So I wouldn't get told off.
Shane: That's... no. No. You have to learn to not use words... like the swear words. And learn to stop imagining that you've heard me say any of them.
Alex: (pause) Y' do, though.
Shane: Sometimes - and this may catch you by surprise, here... sometimes - rare occasions, very rare indeed - I'm not perfect.
Alex: (slowly gets the point) You are so ridiculous.
'Perhaps', I thought, relieved at his having not just replied, 'Bollocks!'.