Mr B took lil brother and me out for milkshakes after our Friday afternoon errands. Upon discovering that he had been shorted a considerable chunk of change from the $50 he had given the kid at the window, he uttered a panicked expletive.
Lil brother: "Hey! You're not 'posed to say THAT when I'M in the car!"
True enough. Lil brother knows enough bad words as is. His current fav is "whoop ass" which he learned at the neighborhood yard sale last week when he read it on a 6 pack of redneck beer. I have to watch him like a hawk because he loves to casually drop this one into polite conversation at unexpected times. Like when we were at Wal Mart and I was picking out beer for the Derby party. And he announces to the crowded shoppers in my aisle, "Whoop Ass beer is better."
Mr B and I shuffled ourselves down the aisle so people wouldn't think he was our kid.
...whatcha gonna do...???
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