My last job before stay-at-home-mom became my life I have to admit that I was one of those with rather 'colorful' language. You just can't help it in the ER. If the patients don't make you want to cuss your head off then the management does!
Well, after my one of my 16 month daughters said what sounded like "oh hell" I thought that I had best be careful about these things. It is, after all, pretty mild, considering, but what if I really slipped?
Reformation takes the strangest course.
As for thr flatulence, well, with twin daughters, we just laugh about it. It makes my day to hear those babies giggle. My DH and I waited so long to have them, and went thru so much trauma trying to get pregnant / miscarrying / trying again, that the adoption process was torture enough. Now every day is a (mostly) a joy!
Some people just don't know any better. And one of my lessons when I used an extremely colorful sentence in the med room was that one of the older nurses looked at me and said "Could you translate that please?"
Lighthearted, but it got the point across!