I shouldn't tell it, but I will.
When Becca72 was about 3 or 4 years old, I had an antique car, a 1939 Packard with no seat belts or car seat. She was with me one day sitting in the passenger side, and as I came to an intersection, I had the green light. I proceeded to go through the intersection, and a nutcase made a left turn right in front of me. I hit the brakes and Becca was thrown onto the floor. Almost immediatly she up off the floor and yelled at the guy "YOU FUCKING IDIOT" ! I don't ever remember using that word in her presence.