Parenting Fail -- F-Bomb

You know the kids in the neighborhood are in trouble when the following words are yelled so loudly that one can hear them from a half a block away:

"That's what you get for opening the fucking front door!" and nothing but screeching crying -- not the fake kid kind but the true gasping for breath crying that only comes from when you really screwed up or you hurt yourself. In this case I am inclined to believe it may have been both. I can't see the front door from here but one can only image what horror would await a small child opening one -- a fall, a crash, a bruised knee and a caring mother swearing at you because it is obviously your own damned fault.