Context: a fly has come into the living room. It landed on the table where we were eating. I shooed it away. DD (who doesn't shut up at the best of times) has gone into hyper overdrive about the fecking fly, and now another fecking fly has flown in, and honestly, you'd think this was the most exciting thing to have happened in her life so far. After a good fifteen minutes of shouting "it's a fly!" "there are two flies!!", I'm ashamed to say I lost it and said, "Oh shush about the fly. I don't care about the fly, stop talking about the bloomin' fly - it's boring!!"
Or some such sweet words of encouragements