When I was a kid, my mom didn’t want me to use “darn” or “shoot”. She explained that people would hear them and think I meant “damn” and “shit”. I pretty much ignored her.
I still use “shoot” alot. And I feel pretty safe – virtue wise - doing so. I live in California and I’ve been in meetings where executives of multi-billion dollar companies drop the F-bomb in front of 50 people and think nothing of it. Yes, I do cuss, but have cut down on it a lot since my sister had kids (and also I got involved in Jr High ministry).
For three days in a row, Kate has bumped into something or dropped something and said “shirt” with a nearly silent ‘r’. You KNOW what I thought she was saying, right? I assumed I had been cussing a lot and not noticing it. Then this morning, I dropped a bunch of papers and books (genetic klutziness?) and said, “Shoot!” and I heard a little echo. “Shirt,” from Kate. I guess I say “shoot” more than I thought.
Ahhh, a problem…but not the one I thought I had.
No, this isn't a punishment; it's just DD being hersef. Does she LOOK like she's sad?
