In Hot Links last week, I posted a link to a story over on Lil Sugar about parents who try to hard to maintain their pre-baby lives. Last weekend, it happened to us: we went to a bar with our toddler and had to endure dirty looks...and worse.

The story is actually a short one. It was about 9 p.m., and we were heading home after having dinner in the 'hood. Friends called to say that they were at the bar down the street -- which is also a restaurant -- and asked if one of us wanted to join them for a drink.

We only see these friends once or twice a year, so even though I wasn't going to join them, I still wanted to stop by to say hello. We walked through the front room to the back porch, and didn’t even sit down as we greeted our friends. It took about one minute for Security to come over and tell us to leave.

"Oh, we're not staying," I said, smiling, and turned back to my conversation.

"Because it's illegal to bring a baby to a bar," the bouncer said to the back of my head.

"We're just saying 'Hi.' Leaving in a minute," I practically sang, ignoring the looming legal battle over whether or not we were really breaking the law.

"You have to leave," he continued. All around us, eyes were rolling and heads were nodding.

We left about 2 minutes later. We were there less than 5 minutes.

To complete the picture, a little history: We're friends with the owner of this bar, who -- we know for a fact -- welcomes kids. (My husband tried name-dropping, but it didn't impress the bouncer.) I had my baby shower here. Earlier this year, my two-year-old took music classes in the lounge with dozens of other neighborhood kids. It's a part of our community. We go there for brunch -- with toddler in tow -- at least twice a month because, as I mentioned, it's also a RESTAURANT.

Most importantly, there is no sign on the door that says "No One under 21 Allowed" or even "No One under 21 Allowed after 9 p.m." If there were a sign, I never would have gone in, regardless of my relationship with the place.

What do you think? Did we do something wrong? Did the bouncer overreact? Should we tell the owner what happened?

My mom still tells the story of the first time I strung together a complete sentence. I was seated in my highchair while she was entertaining dinner guests. She put some food on my tray, and I looked up at her and belted out, "What the hell is this, chicken?" (It was not chicken.)

I refuse to accept blame for some horrible parenting skills (wink, wink, Mom), the same way I don't blame Sean Preston or Jayden James for dropping the "S" bomb when mom, Britney Spears, was within earshot. I got reprimanded when I swore as a child, but it doesn't sound like Britney really cared, which is troubling.

As an adult, I swear all the time. But I think it's pretty unattractive when kids swear. So does 14-year-old McKay Hatch, who started a No Cussing Challenge that now boasts "over 20,000 members worldwide." (He's even got a No Cussing Rap Video.)

Adults have earned the right to swear. It's our reward for silently putting up with a bunch of stuff that we wanted to swear about our whole lives (like indoor recess and having to eat unidentifiable food) but couldn't because we were only a kid.

Do you swear around your kids? What do you do if you hear them say something that might get them kicked out of the No Cussing Club?

Parenting's Christina Vercelletto appeared on the Today Show this morning to dish about our favorite mom-tested gear that adjusts to fit different stages of your kid's life, therefore giving you a ton of bang for your buck. Check out the clip below, then click through to our slideshow to see them all!

So a friend told me this story: The other afternoon, she was giving her son, who is two and a half, some naked time on their back porch. They live in a townhouse development, so the porch is off a second-floor living room.

Out of nowhere, the front doorbell rings. When she goes to get it, it’s a couple of cops, who proceed to tell her that she’s not allowed to have her kid running around without any clothes on; it’s indecent exposure, and she needs to get some clothes on her kid.

Umm, okay.

A couple extenuating circumstances: She lives in a development with some pretty tenant strict rules, and I don’t know if these were rent-a-cops or real cops, who should be out catching murderers and stuff. All I know is, she’s the kind of gal that believes strongly that a little nudity is good for a kid’s soul, and boy was she peeved.

It did start me thinking: When is it really time to wrap up the naked-baby stuff, and keep our kids’ privates, you know, private? At outdoor events, I’ll still lay my two-year-old down on the grass and whip off a wet diaper -- where am I supposed to go, the port-o-potty? -- but it does feel a little self-conscious. And looking at it from the other side: In middle school, I had a friend whose parents, being European, had taken a naked portrait of her every year until she was about 9 and were still displaying them in the hallway. At 13, believe me, she was no longer amused.