On Sundays, I would put my 2 year old son in the car and drive to the local fuel station, where there was a small shop, to buy bread and milk. If there was was a car in front of us at the junction, my son would cry out "Move, you bugger, move".
My wife is still an impatient driver!
They are little sponges and pick up everything!
ha ha I gave up curbing my mouth around the little ones...they pick it up somewhere, but not from me, I swear...