Last night, Sabrina was running around outside with her grandparents while I finished up something inside. This is what transpired.
Sabrina: "Grandma, will you zip up my jacket for me? It's frickin' cold out here."
Grandma: "Sabrina, we do NOT talk like that."
Sabrina (with great indignation, I'm sure): "Why not?
Grandma: "Ladies do not say frickin'."
Sabrina: "Then I will be a boy."