Dammit, John.

That's what John is going to say at school one day soon.

He's going to say it because Sonya and I have been saying it to him since Sunday, because he is very very bad.

"Dammit, John, don't hit the dog with that boot!"

"Dammit, John, get out of the garbage!"

"Dammit, John, don't kick me while I change your foul, foul diaper!"

"Dammit, John, I'm standing in three feet of water because you keep dumping your bucket over the edge of the fucking tub!"

I'm sure they'll tell us about it when it finally happens at school, because kids say the darnedest things.