Cursed

So here is a fun little vignette. We are in the car and I hear Olivia in the backseat whispering, "Damn it, damn it, damn." So I do the parent thing and ignore it and hope it goes away. So she speaks up and says, "Mommy I am saying damn it." I respond with the calm and Socratic, "Do you think that's appropriate?" "Yes, Daddy says it all the time."

You would think that it was like a Reader's Digest kids-say-the-darndest-things type story. But true nontheless.