And just to clarify, there is an important distinction between pedophilia and child molestation. Pedophilia is a psychiatric condition, and it is not illegal. Child molestation, on the other hand, is a crime.
Pedophilia is thoughts and urges; but child molestation is an action.
I greatly respect the pedophile who fights his urges and refrains from being a child molester.
Child molesters, on the other hand, have forfeited their humanity: they are monsters.
While I actually agree with this, the two key words here are needless and frequent. I firmly believe that there can be occasions within a story – even sometimes in a children’s story – where swearing is not only appropriate, but where no other reaction will quite do.
I actually have a particular children’s story in mind; out of kindness, I’m not going to identify either it, or its author: but the situation follows.
This was a “science fantasy” tale about a group of families colonizing a distant planet where all of the native vegetation is crystalline. The colonists plant wheat (their “survival crop”), and are horrified when the ears of wheat come up crystalline! Very beautiful-looking – but how are they going to eat glass?!? The colonists are in despair, and are on the verge of taking suicide pills rather than slowly starve to death.
The colony’s children, on the other hand, have not given up hope quite so easily. Their idea is utterly drastic, but also under the circumstances perfectly reasonable: if they’re going to die anyway, why not just take the chance and see what happens?
So the kids gather up some of the wheat, and grind it into a fine powder. They mix it with water, and bake it for awhile (it smells heavenly, which of course foreshadows the outcome – cooked glass doesn’t have an aroma, now, does it?), so now they have a flatcake, of which they all partake.
Then they go and tell one of the adults what they have just done. “It’s good!” says one girl (the man’s own small daughter!).
Stop now and absorb that for a moment. Put yourself into that man’s place – your own beloved little daughter comes to you and tells you she has eaten what you are sure is, effectively, a deadly poison! How do you react? What do you say?
If that’s not an “OMG!” moment, I cannot begin to imagine what else would be… except that the man doesn’t say “OMG.”
The man turned pale. “Oh, my dears.”
Ooof!
“Oh my dears”?!
That whomp! soud you just heard, was me, falling violently out of the story and into cold, hard reality again!
(I get the very distinct impression that the author’s editor probably got a tad too overzealous here.)
And it took me a very long time to get back into the story again!
I have never forgotten that, and I doubt I ever will.
The moral here is that there are situations, even in a children’s story, where only a “swear” word is appropriate (Aristotle would probably have used the term ordinate) to the occasion: i.e., nothing less will quite do.
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P.S.: Turns out that, crystaline or not, when turned to a powder, the wheat is still wholesome. 
