I accidently said "sh*t" when I was about 8. It was not a word I normally
used - it honestly just fell out of my mouth. Mom was *not* amused. She made
me go upstairs and get the bar of soap. And after she scraped it on the back
of my top front teeth I had to sit there with that stuff stuck their. ARGH!!
My mouth was waterng but I certainly didn't want to swallow.
I can still taste that damned stuff! And I haven't been able to use Ivory
since - even the smell turns my stomach.