When I was young, I always thought my father's name was Cabron. I always heard my mom yelling at him, "Cabroooooon!!! Mi Hijo de puta."
Then, the elders in the village would ask, "who's son are you, mi hijo?"
Me: "Cabron"
Elders: "Brujito"
How I wish mom taught us to speak Spanish fluently. It would be so nice to curse in that language. So crispy.