cussin'
Hey, I mean really...a lot of us "talk like sailors on occasion and it will bleed over to the little ones.
Our preacher was over when we were building our house. We had a trailer out front that we were living in, with a shed alongside for the washer and dryer.
One day my wife found a mouse in the laundry shed and freaked. Just about this time our pastor showed up. He followed us out to the laundry shed, where I found a nest of field mice behind the washer.
Well, ya can't really stomp on 'em with the preacher standing there, so I was trying to run them out of the shed. Needless to say, I had drawn quite a crowd at the door of the shed.
While mice were scrambling all over the place, the pastor reached out and plucked a blade of grass. He leaned over and slowly ran it up the back of my 6-year-old's leg.
We all got bug-eyed when she jumped and yelled, "Goda^^it!."