Oh yeah. Mom once told me to watch my mouth at the table. Naturally I replied " why? What the fu** did I say" I can attest that her hand struck out quicker than a viper. the side of my face was red for hours.
I got home from boot camp and we sat down to a nice steak dinner and I promptly asked my dad to pass the fuckin' salt. Well I knew what I had done and apologized immediately.
A few letters home from Boot Camp served as a fair warning ... as my Pop informed me while picking me up at the airport.
I recall riding home from the airport after bootcamp telling stories. Dad told me I should watch my language. Huh? Then it dawned on me that some of my language wasn't "mom's ears" appropriate.
formal dinner party at parents house and I asked a guest to "pass the fuckin' salt". My dad told me about this a few years later.