Naughty Boy.

This morning I came downstairs and was greeted with a cheery “expletive you”. I’m so glad Kris was happy. (Yeah, right.)

Kris came to me already knowing this phrase and one other phrase, not a curse but still unacceptable. How do I know he didn’t learn it from me — from me he would be screaming at the top of his lungs — “Darn this expletive-ing computer. Where’s my sledge hammer?” He hasn’t said that yet. Don’t you believe in sledge hammer computer repair? Most people have had moments fantasizing about it.

He then continued with his normal happy morning chatter. Some of his words I can’t quite understand but they do sound like words, not noises nor are they curses (I think).

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