"The Word"

First, I should try to explain that while we lived in NY we never used swear words. Then we moved to CA. I often blamed CA for the bad language but I actually think it was just us being older. I turned 18 shortly after moving. My sister and brother being 17 and 16. Along with hearing outside selective words, my dad would swear at the traffic. Eventually it always comes home.
I can't remember how old Christopher was (maybe 2 or 3) but he was too old to sit on the table. Grandpa reached down and sat him in the middle of the kitchen table. Grandma jokingly tapped his knee and said "What are you doing on my table?" We always did say mom had a piercing voice. Well, Christopher kind of jumped looked at me, looked at Grandpa then at Grandma and said "Fuf Fu" Now most households would be infuriated but not here, Grandpa just looked at me and said "Maybe we should watch our language when we're talking to your mother in front of the baby." Everybody laughed.
Years later we were in the den teasing Brendan with his hat. Grandpa and I were playing keep the hat from Brendan. Grandpa was sick (cancer) at the time so he if he couldn't reach the hat Brendan would put it on the coffee table for him. If he didn't reach Grandma would push the hat off the table and "get that hat off my table" (jokingly of course with her piercing voice). I guess Brendan was tired of playing b/c he looked at Grandma and said ~yep, you got it~ "Fuf fu". I think Grandpa clapped. Grandma left the room this time and Grandpa and I laughed.