The F-Word, revisited

So today, I'm taking Arielle to school, and, out of the blue, she mentions that one of the boys at her school thought that the F-Word was "fire truck". And she laughed.

After a pause, curiosity got to me: "Do you know what the real F-Word is?"

"Yeah. Fucker."

"How do you know?"

"I heard the boys using it."

An awkward silence followed. Well, awkward to me; I doubt she understands what an awkward silence is... But once again curiosity got the best of me.

"Do you know what it means?"

"Well, it's a fucker plane. They keep saying 'Fucker plane'. "

My mind raced, but to no end. I couldn't imagine that the boys in her class would really be talking about the "mile-high club"... So I pressed further.

"Well, that's how they use it, but do you know what it *means*?"

"Yeah. It's an airplane with 3 wings on it."

Which resulted in an unexpected teachable moment, where I explained what triplanes were, and the correct pronunciation of Anthony Fokker's last name.