“Daddy said a bad word today,” Miss6 told Tracey as my wife was helping her step out of the bath.
“Oh, yes?” Tracey said, raising an eyebrow in my direction.
I’d been doing a fair bit of yard work over the weekend, cleaning up after we’d had a heap of trees cleared. I know there’d been swearing. The question was, which bits had she overheard.
Tracey looked at me. “Dare we ask?”
But Miss6 wasn’t waiting for permission. Before I could suggest we maybe don’t, she triumphantly blurted out, “You said hell!”
And my wife and I both breathed a sigh of relief.
“I can live with that,” I said to Tracey. To be honest, I couldn’t even remember saying it.
“Yeah,” Miss6 went on. “You said farkin hell.”
Ah, yes. Now I remembered.
This bombshell hit Tracey and I very differently. It was like my wife had been hit with a stun ray. Her mouth hung open and she’d frozen mid step.
Whereas I had a sudden burst of energy.
“If you need me, I’ll be in my trailer,” I said over my shoulder…
…and I got the hell out of there.
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