The context is in the car, riding to school.
Me, clearly agitated: Oh, no. I forgot the pretzels for snack. Argh. I’ll have to drop you off and go back and get them.
C: No you didn’t. They’re right here.
Me: Oh, good. I thought I left them at home.
C: And if you did, then you’re supposed to say frickin’, right?
Me, stifling hysterical laughter: No, that’s really not a nice word. Mommy shouldn’t say that word, okay?
C: Okay, if I hear you say that word, I’ll say, “Remember, you weren’t going to say that anymore.” Right?
Me: Yes, that’s right. Thank you.
C: Because it’s a bad word, right?
Me: Well, it’s not really a BAD word. It’s just not very nice.
C, speaking in a tone that implies she has the wisdom of the ages: Yeah. I know what you’re talking about.