Methane can be a verb.
“Mum, did you know that farts are made of methane?”
“Yeah. And I just methaned!”
Whatever the question is, the answer is probably food.
The lesson about swearing has been learned well.
“Put that light sabre down,” to Boy One who was waving what I thought was a light sabre in Boy Three’s face.
“It’s not a light sabre, don’t you know anything?”
“Whatever the hell it is, put it down.”
“Ooooh. Mummy you sweared. You said ‘hell’. You did, you swore,” Boys One and Two in unison as the vigilante brothers rush for the phone to dob me in to the Panther of News.