Well, that story reminds me of a favorite joke we passed around the schoolyard:
Billy came in from playing outside and asked his mother, “Mom, what does bastard mean?”
Billy’s mom, not wanting to tell Billy about illegitimate children said, “It means people,dear.”
Billy came in the next day and asked, “Mom, what does shit mean?”
Billy’s mom blanched, “Oh, um…It’s a kind of food, dear. It’s what food becomes, sort of…”
Billy came in the next day and asked, “What does fucking mean Mom?”
Billy’s mom thought quickly, “It means getting dressed, dear…sort of, like before getting dressed.”
That Sunday evening, the in-laws came over for dinner. Billy swung wide the door and said, “Boy, you bastards are early. Anyway, shit’s on the table, and Mom and Dad are upstairs fucking.”