A friend of mine was taking care of her grandson (he must be about 4 or 5) when he said, "Grandma, I want to go to F***. (He spelled it out.)
Smart grandma that she is, she stayed composed and said, "Where do you want to go?"
"Oh? And how are you going to get there?"
"You're going to drive me."
"Yeah, Grandma. I want you to take me. Their chicken is really good!"
Get it? Since you aren't hearing it spelled out, I'll point out that KFC and F*** have only one letter difference between them. Apparently this little guy has a big brother, who plays with other older boys, who must think it's really cool to spell those words in front of small children. Just goes to show - THEY'RE LISTENING!