Papa, you sound as cranky as Mama," his daughter says, holding his hand and gazing up at us. "Do you want a fucking floor, too?"
The color drains from Raahosh's face. He scoops up his daughter and pulls her to eye level, frowning at her. "We have talked about this before, Raashel. Just because Mama says bad human words does not mean you can."
"Fucking floor!" cries the little one sitting next to Gren.