Office neighbor has two boys, aged 4 (J) and 7 (I). She had them in the car while she pumped gas, and got back in to this conversation....it's important to note, my neighbor is from Southern Alabama, and has a bit of a drawl that is most noticeable when she's upset or agitated...
I: MOMMY!!!!!! J said a bad word!
Neighbor: Sigh....what did J say? I will determine if it was a bad word.
I: I don't want to say it. I don't want to get in trouble too!
(J sits quietly looking innocent).
N: If you don't want to say it, why don't you try to spell it?
I: (thinks for a minute)..... D...A...M...E...T.
N: That is not a bad word, but that is a bad phrase. J, do not say that again, or you will get your mouth washed out.
N admitted she then had to smother giggles at the fact that her son, I, spelled the phrase the way he's heard it in her drawl before, normally when tripping over the cat, or finding a mess created by the dog.