My son came home from his father’s office a few weeks ago, and he informed me that daddy owed him $12 for cursing. Actually, his officemates may have been a significant contributor to the pot. Yet, since he’s come home that day, he will start calculating how much I owe him.
I could be in another room and whisper under my breath a word, and he’ll hear it. It’s amazing how sensitive his hearing is and how fast he can add. Well, this evening, as the bills were adding up in his favor, he was really starting to get on my nerves. I know he misses his sister and he’s bored, but I need a break.
Anyhow, as he and I were leaving my favorite home store, one of my items was falling out of its bag and I said, “shit.” Maybe it sounded more like, “sssshhhhiiiittt.”
Son: That will be $42!
Me: Shut the fuck up already (just flew at Concord speed out of my mouth)