It was a few days after Christmas this little boy who got a fire engine for Christmas was playing while his mom was listened from the kitchen. He was acting like the old captain rolling up on a structure fire:
"ALL RIGHT GUYS, GET YOUR %$#@ TOGETHER AND PUT THAT &^%#@! FIRE OUT NOW!!!".
Hearing this language upset his mother who came running into the room and sent him to the bedroom for 2 hours. Two hours later he came out of his room and resumed play (with his mom listening cautiously from the kitchen)"
"All right guys let's mop it up." Then he turned to the imaginary owner of the house and said, "If you want to complain about the &*$#% two hour delay, talk to the bitch in the kitchen."