For Whom The Bell Calls
During a recent rush to get everyone into the car, Eric blurted out, "Damn it!"
It wasn't even that loud or noticeable, and I probably wouldn't have even realized he had said anything at all if it hadn't been for the two-year-old with the superb hearing in the back seat.
We don't say 'damn it,' Daddy.
You're right. We don't. I shouldn't have said it.
If you say 'damn it' at the park, the church bells will call you and say 'no-no.'
Uh...
We don't say 'damn it,' Daddy. Nonnie doesn't say it, and Mama doesn't say it. I doesn't say it, and Mam doesn't say it. Grandad doesn't say it. Phillip doesn't say it and Paw-Paw doesn't say it.
Eric contemplated this list of such pious friends and relatives.
Actually, Jackson, I think you may have just named the people that Daddy learned it from.
It wasn't even that loud or noticeable, and I probably wouldn't have even realized he had said anything at all if it hadn't been for the two-year-old with the superb hearing in the back seat.
We don't say 'damn it,' Daddy.
You're right. We don't. I shouldn't have said it.
If you say 'damn it' at the park, the church bells will call you and say 'no-no.'
Uh...
We don't say 'damn it,' Daddy. Nonnie doesn't say it, and Mama doesn't say it. I doesn't say it, and Mam doesn't say it. Grandad doesn't say it. Phillip doesn't say it and Paw-Paw doesn't say it.
Eric contemplated this list of such pious friends and relatives.
Actually, Jackson, I think you may have just named the people that Daddy learned it from.
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