End of an era

I am savoring my last meal in Sis's cafe. She has asked that the kitchen be passed on.

Really bad words

First dad said the D word. Sis called him out but wouldn't repeat what he said. She spelled it instead: dam. I felt obliged to teach her the correct spelling. She wanted to one up me saying she knew how to spell the F word. Alright I'm game. "F-U-K-K". Our giggles made it pretty clear she was off but we didn't offer a new version.