No. I will rarely curse anymore, even more rare in front of my children, and approaching never in the presence of my parents and in-laws. And I’m the most likely of any in my household to swear.
I believe that by having “No Swearing” zones, it (hopefully) teaches children that there are places such language is appropriate, and places it is not. It also (hopefully) teaches them that the presence of certain people (doesn’t matter if everyone else is cursing, you do not curse in front of your Grandmother…ever).
My son lives with his mother. I don’t know their cursing rules, but they probably aren’t as strict (as she used to curse more than I did). My son knows better, but he’ll often push his luck. He’ll say something, and I’ll let it slide…once. He knows this, he even knows that in my parents’ and in-laws’ company, our language is strictly ‘G’-rated. He is purposefully looking for a reaction; trying to figure out what he can get away with. Rather than accept my graciousness, allowing it to be a simple slip of the tongue, he’ll try again, usually within a couple of minutes. And we’ll have the same conversation we’ve had each time he’s tried this. sigh Teenagers, anything worth telling them once is worth repeating a dozen times.
Had another nice one. My daughter’s friend called. The answering machine picked up, but they, for some reason, weren’t aware. Friend’s parents must not have been around, as she was swearing a blue streak. Daughter, being home (also not knowing I could hear the conversation over the answering machine*), was smart enough not to “return fire”. Had a little talk with her later (I’m getting good at this talk): “There’s a time and a place for everything, and anytime adults my overhear you is neither the time nor place. I’m not so old I don’t remember what it is like to be 12 and think it’s cool to swear, but you were busted. This is your free pass, next time I need to tell your mother. Be smarter than that.” It’s worked so far.
*Yes, I could have been nice and given them some privacy, but that would have meant getting off of my buttocks and walking over to the answering machine, and durnit, I was comfortable!