Zander (singing to himself in the back of the car): It was not your fault but mine. It was your heart on the line. I really fucked it up this time….
Zella: Zander!! You can’t say that!! It’s a bad word.
Zander: What’s a bad word?
Zella: Fuck. You can’t say fuck!
Zander: I didn’t.
Zella: Yes you did, Zander. You said, “I really fucked it up this time.” And you can’t say that because fuck is a bad word.
(And then after a few seconds of pondering…)
Me: Zella, do you realize how many times you just said the bad word?
Zella: Well…..it was Zander’s fault.
Welcome to my world!
The conversation took place about six months ago. I wrote it down back then as best I could recall, but I never posted. No good reason. I just didn’t. Seems I’ve done that quite a bit over the last several months. Not posted.
No good reason. I just didn’t.
Maybe there are reasons….