Kat - when my daughter was about three we were walking down the street when she told me, quite loudly, that she had farted. I said that was not a word that she should use and she immediately yelled, at the top of her lungs, FART, FART, FART, FART!

Almost as bad as when she said in a very loud voice in front of the matriach of one of the roughest, most aggressive families in the area "Look at that lady Mummy, isn't she fat!"

Now she has a son of her own I will get my revenge one day......