As we walked out of church yesterday, looking like a cute family holding hands, we waited for a car to back up before we could walk to our minivan (Lulu). As we watched the car back up without incident, Luke uttered with perfect inflection, "What in the hell?"
Chuck looked down at him and asked, "What did you say?"
Luke repeated it, "What in the hell."
Chuck, "We don't say hell. That's not a very nice word. Okay?"
Luke, "Why?"
Chuck, "Because there are words that we just don't say and 'hell' is one of those. Alright?"
Luke, "Okay."
I shook my head with a little chuckle realizing that this incident is just typical: Fresh out of church and my kid utters, "What in the hell?"
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