We gather to watch the Giants triumph in the Superbowl. At one point, Eli Manning gets sacked, and the boys' mother lets out an involuntary swearword, which I don't catch, but Primus picks up on with a huge grin.
"What did she say?" I ask.
"Not one of the two curse words that [eight-year-old Tertius] uses all the time," Secundus informs me.
Alas, this is enough for me to identify the expletive. Double alas, so too does Tertius, who proceeds to tell me what I've missed.