Thank goodness Nora doesn't know any actual swear words; she'd cuss like a dockworker if she knew how.
The only word we've outlawed at our house (so far) is "stupid"; I'm sure there will be many more, but that's the first word we made the mistake of reacting to, so Nora latched onto it. We had to explain that it was a word that could make people feel bad. And then we noticed how often we say it ourselves.
Prohibition has made "stupid" an exotic and exhilarating word to contemplate. When she's in the mood for a thrill, she'll say "st" with a little half-smile on her face, and at a warning look from me, she'll boldly say "Stir a spoon and DRINK IT!" She made that expression up all by herself, but it certainly conveys the particular flip contempt that one looks for in a crude idiom.
And here she is at home wheeling and dealing on the phone with Itsy. Note the adorable jeans jacket; I bought it in the big kids section at Old Navy so that I wouldn't have to deal with any applique butterflies or flowers. A baby or toddler in a jeans jacket is on my list of the cutest things in the universe. 
