As I observed at the time …
Language. At age seven, eight, and ten, each in the band of boys has acquired a filthy tongue. Incredibly obnoxious. Many of us adults are offended. Some have complained to the management. Now the word comes down. “Hey, Dirk, you hear? We can’t use bad words no more.”
Like, “Let’s get ‘em!”
We adults need to stand together. Firmly. Before the little bastards overrun us.