Alban was sitting on the floor tonight struggling with putting on his sandals.  He looked at me and said, rather indignantly, “Mommy.  Say dod damn it.” 
“Excuse me?” I stammered, “Did you just ask me to say ‘god damn it’”?
“Yes” he replied rather condescendingly.  “I tan’t det my sandals on.  Say dod damn it!”
Smart boy.  If he can’t say it because it was proclaimed a “mommy and daddy only word” then why should I not be his swearing goy?
Now that is intelligent disobedience.