Lol!
When my daughter was 3 and my son was 6 mos maybe. Their mother was at work and I got a call that we had cattle out. No choice they had to go with. I rolled the truck window down a little and told my daughter she had to stay with the baby.
It was a group of yrling hfrs that were out and they had no desire to go back in. After a long time and a lot of yelling they finally decided they had had enough and went back to their lot.
I had just sat down in the truck and my daughter said "Wow, they were really F@cking C^nts weren't they dad?"
We had a long talk about "farm talk" and that we don't repeat it.