My parents always tell the story about how one of my first words was "Son of A B----". I don't remember this but according to them, I was in the car with my Dad and someone pulled out in front of him and HE said it. So, of course, I started repeating it and the parents (especially my Mom) were just horrified. According to the story, about two weeks later, my parents took me to visit my granparents. We lived in Texas at the time and the grandparents lived here (Alabama) and I supposedly sat in the back seat of the car and said "Son of A B----" for the entire drive. My Mom has said many times that she was SO worried about what HER parents would say if they heard me (beloved first and only grandaughter) repeat those words. I think that my Dad just thought it was hilarious. He's the one who usually relates this story. Mom says that she (during the many miles from Houston to Birmingham) "trained" me to say "Bun on a Witch" instead of the other words but that didn't work out. Legend has it that I got out of the car when we arrived at my Grandparent's house and greeted them with "Son of a B----! The grandparents are gone now - and this event was years ago - but I so wish that I had a picture of my small self and the horrified looks on my Grandparent's faces.