Damon was across the street playing with his friends today. I was sitting on our front porch when I heard Damon say to his buddies, "I'm going to get the hell out of here."
I called him over and told him not to talk like that.
"What? I just said I was going to get the hell out of there."
I explained that hell was a bad word and we're not supposed to say it.
"Hell? You say 'hell'."
Oh. Well. In times of extreme provocation--
I thought I only said that when the kids couldn't hear me.
New resolution: no more swearing, and I mean it this time.