Boys will be boys

Hanging out on Sunday night while I was trying to write an article, Jeroen says, "Marky said a bad word!"
Me: "What did he say?"
Jeroen: "He said the V-word."
Me: "What Marky?" I'm looking at him. Markus continues to play his handheld game.
Jeroen: "Marky said 'vagina power.'"
Me: "Where did you learn that?"
Markus: "Yogi."
Me: "What does it mean?"
Markus: "Yogi said it's a girl's dick."
(Ok I was really scared they saw something online.)
Me: "Marky stop saying bad words ha."

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I am alarmed because Markus, who is 6, knows the F-word but doesn't know what it means. He knows the word "sex" because Yogi told him it was about a man and a woman kissing while naked in bed.
One Sunday, while the children were playing at Lolo's house, we heard one of the kids distinctly say, "shit!"
My dad called the kids into the dining room and asked who said it. My two boys were shaking like a leaf.
Ben points, "Markus said it."
Lolo: "Why did you say it Markus?"
Markus: "Why? My mommy says bad words too."
Me: *eep*
Lolo: "Like what?"
Markus: "She said F-O-C-U-P."
Lolo is trying not to laugh.
Lolo turns to me: "O, why did you say that?"
Me: "Cause I was on the phone with the service provider and I was so mad I said, 'That's fucked up' and he heard it."
*eep*

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So I told Marky I'm gonna call Lolo and tell him what he said.
I seriously thought my son would be scared at the thought because when I get mad the kids just laugh at me.
So much for my parenting skills.
I text my dad: "Dad please call me. Markus said a bad word."
And then I warned Markus: "O, I texted Lolo ha. Wait for his call."
Phone rings.
Me: "Hello dad. Markus said a bad word."
Dad: "What did he say?"
Me: "Vagina power."
Dad: "Let me talk to him."
Me: "Markus, o, Lolo wants to talk to you."
Markus: "No way."
Me: "Dad, ayaw niya."
Dad: "OK. This is what you do..."
Me: (listening)
Dad: "Tell him it will sound better if he says it in Tagalog. Let me talk to him."
Me: "Uh, wag na lang. Bye!"
Ugh.