When I was about 6 years old I was with my Mother and my older cousin (about 9 at the time). My Ma wanted to stop by a friends house. Before we went she calmly told us not to ask her little boy about his daddy or what his daddy does.
“Why?”
“Because he was born out of wedlock. His daddy doesn’t live with him.”
My older cousin then turned to me and loudly exclaimed: "She means he’s a son of a bitch!"
My Mother then bellowed “No! He’s a bastard!!” (bastard was still considered like a swear word back then). Realizing what she had just said my Ma cupped her hand over her mouth, turned beet red and slapped my cousin in the mouth.