Damn!
My favorite word is Damn. I use it all the time. If someone does something particularly noteworthy, I'm known for dragging it out to three syllables. "DAA YUUU MMMM"
Anyway, we dropped Sweetone of with Zule's parents so we could go out to dinner and apparently, he said "Dammit" about three times. We get back, and he says "Damn" about three times right in front of us.
Zule and I jump into action and threaten to wash his mouth out with soap.
His tiny baby eyes fill with tears and in an ass-save best left to advanced trial practice, the little dude says "I am talking about a place where a beaver lives".
Who could punish that? Seriously. Best save ever.