Out of the mouth of babes etc.

A first-grade teacher asks her class if anyone knows a word they can spell. Only little Freddie raises his hand. The teacher is dismayed because Freddie is the most foul-mouthed kid the teacher has ever encountered. She doesn’t exactly blame Freddie, because she has met his parents and knows that Freddie is simply following a family tradition, so to speak. Still, she really doesn’t want to call on him, because who knows what will come out of his mouth. She waits a bit, but nobody else raises a hand.



So rather than having him answer directly, she asks him, “Freddie, how many letters does your word have?”



Little Freddie stands up and confidently announces, “Four!”



Of course it’s a four-letter word, thinks the teacher. Still, she decides to probe some more. “What letter does your word start with?”



Freddie says, “F!”



This isn’t getting any better. She really wants to shut it down, but doesn’t want to make Freddie feel bad. So, against her better judgment, she continues, “And what letter does your word end with?”



Freddie says, “M!”



Well, that’s a surprise, thinks the teacher. The word might be “farm” or “film” or “form,” or maybe something else, but certainly nothing offensive.



“Okay, Freddie, what’s your word and how is it spelled?”



Little Freddie proudly smiles and answers, “Fuk’m, F-U-K-M.”