The year: 2044. (This is important.)
"F#$%ing, A, Grandpa," says the seven-year-old. "These f#$@ing cookies are bangin'. Grandma," she yells over her shoulder, "you can bake your f#$@ing a#$ off, b#@ch!"
Grandma sighs. "Thank you, dear." She drops a glass that shatters in the sink.
"Yes, dear," she says.
"Thank f#@#$ing #@#$%," the boy says. He goes back to sit with Grandpa.
Grandpa rubs his face. Pats his grandson on the shoulder. "How's school been?"
"Okay, I guess. She gave me a C in math. Mom says the f#@$ing teacher sucks. She's gonna get the grade changed or call her lawyer."
Grandpa looks over and Grandma. Their eyes meet. Grandpa says, "Uh...good. Good, I guess."
"Damn right," the boy says. "I don't get Cs. Cs are no good for getting into college."
Grandma brushes the broken glass into a can, "But, you're only nine. College is not really a worry now, is it?"
The two kids roll their eyes. "You just don't f#$@#ing get it, Grandma."
"No," Grandma says. "I suppose I don't."
"You know," says Grandpa, "when I was a young man, there were situations in which profanity was inappropriate."
The kids look at each other and reply in unison: "What the f#@$ is profanity Grandpa?"
Grandpa rubs his neck. "Have some more cookies. I'm gonna go wash my f#@#ing car."
"Benjamin!" says Grandma.
Grandpa walks over to Grandma, kisses her on the cheek. "Sorry dear."