The Polite Person's Guide to Profanity

Max: Mom, I feel like I have to say the “d” word.

Me: You know what Max, you go right ahead.

Max: Damn it, damn it, damn it.

I figured after failing to pass the lice inspection at school this morning, having mayonnaise slathered on his head, being dragged out to get his hair cut even shorter and then learning he might miss his Tiger Cub meeting tonight that the kid had earned the right.

I know I had. Damn it.