Just Eat the Damn Cookie!

Last night, at another one of our crazy family dinners, we all started cussing at each other. It was a new game. Actually it started with Little Man. He was pretending to be a shitty parent a few days ago, making us laugh, and bursted out with, "watch the damn movie!" and we all just about fell over laughing.

In case you don't remember, our kids are allowed to cuss in the house unless they get in trouble cussing somewhere else, then the freedom is taken away at home too.

So there we are, sitting at the table when I pass out these marshmallow cookies for everyone to try and  it gets quiet when suddenly Little Man mutters, "Just eat the damn cookie!" And once again there was an eruption of laughter. So Little Woman chimes in, "This cookie is damn good!" And like that, a new game was started. We could talk about anything we wanted, but we had to throw "damn" somewhere into every sentence.

And so it went for some time.

"These cookies are damn good"

"You're damn right"

"We should have turned the damn lamps on."

"Well who turned the damn overhead on?"

"This winter when it gets dark so damn early, we're getting the damn candle's out."

"We can have a damn candlelit dinner!"

But then Little Woman cuts in and tells us a story. She doesn't cuss and we don't really expect her to, because she seems pretty serious. She tells us about this kid at camp that punched her friend in the stomach because after he didn't help them erect a fort, she wouldn't allow him to get in it. We asked if her friend cried. She said no. I asked if her friend punched him back. She said no. So I asked, "Did he get out of the fort?" And you no what that daughter of mine said?

"You're damn right he did!"