So, at the company picnic, Grace and I swam in the Blanco river for about two hours, and oh! is my foot aching!
I’m putting her to bed, and she asks about my toe. Yes, it’s still broken. Yes, it still hurts.
Grace:
What did you do when you broke your toe?
Me:
I said some daddy words
(actually, what I said was exactly “Motherfudger”, but she doesn’t even need to know to start from that one…)
G:
What were the daddy words?
Me:
I’m not going to tell you
G:
Just tell me
Me:
No.
G:
Please?
Me:
No, and stop asking. I’m not going to teach you daddy words.
G:
Oh, just tell me and get it over with