I sent the older boys upstairs to get dressed for Mass. They came down in winter shirts. I know I live in the north, but it isn't cold here anymore. I sent them back upstairs to change into short sleeve shirts.
Drew came to show me what he was wearing, and he was in an appropriate shirt, except it was filthy. I told him once more to go up and change. In the smarty pants tone that is only Drew these days, he asked, "Why do I need to change AGAIN?" I looked at him and said, "because there is CRAP all over that shirt!" In the truly innocent way that a child who has never heard his mother say this word can say, he responded, "Mom, what's crap?" At that point, I told him the shirt was dirty, he needed to change and not to use that word ever again.
For the next few hours, I carried some guilt over the word choice, until I was told by a couple other mothers that I could have said something MUCH worse. I have no idea what kind of words they are talking about! ;)