Munchkin was being his wild self the other day and tripped over a corner of the rug, fell, promptly got up and declared "son of a bitch"......... I look at Hubs and tell him that one is his fault. "I don't say that," I tell him.
Then two days later he held his bag of popcorn upside down and all the precious kernels came flowing out. "Oh fuck", he says nonchalantly. Hubs turns to me and says "that one is ALL you, babe."
Son of a bitch, definitely time to stop fuckin' swearing. (Sorry, had to get a last one in.)