Reminds me of a story.
We were at Dads and Moms place for dinner. My brothers son, about 7, was sitting next to my Dad. We had a big harvest table with benches. Dad always sat at the head of the table. Mom was dishing the mash potatoes out on the kids plates. When it came time to put a spoonful on my brothers sons plate, who was sitting on the bench next to Dad, he said he didn't want any. Mom said you can eat a little scoop and plopped a spoonful on his plate. Under his breath but loud enough for Dad to hear he said itch with a B. Without blinking Dad wiped him off the bench with one swipe. When he got up Dad said he'll have another scoop of potatoes. He ate them all. Grandma could really cook.