My mom loves the story about me being 15 months old and her sitting in the kitchen with one of her friends. She tells me I walked into the kitchen, threw down my toy and said "oh shit" and walked out... my mom was just proud that she taught me how to use it properly, gestures and all.

My mom still tells the story about the time when, at age 5, she said, "Oh my goodness," in front of her grandmother. Her very religious Christian grandmother promptly washed her mouth out with soap. According to her, it was wrong to say "my goodness" because "all goodness comes from God."

I wonder what she would have made of her great-granddaughter, the Jew... :p