A group of our 4th graders have started playing frisbee at recess. We have 4 and they all play together, so there's frisbee flying everywhere and they just catch whatever one comes there way. Today one of our normally quiet one dove for a frisbee, missed, and hit the ground. As he hit, I heard, "well sh#t!" I wasn't sure who was more shocked, me or him. He instantly hopped up and started apologizing. Then he hung his head and told me he'd eat some soap when we went in if I wanted him, too. I managed to keep a straight face and told him it was ok and I knew he didn't mean to. : it was a laugh I needed.