Ahhh Damage!

Ahhh Damage!


Something didn't go my way the other day, 'Damnit!' I exploded, as the kids frollicked around the living room floor killing, smelling, wrestling, smashing, and chewing. Not neccesarily in that order. Maybe even all at once though.

A minute later, as W-Dirt was crashing his Evil-Doctor-Porch-Chop toy into his huge pirate ship he yelled for all the world and the seven seas to hear, "DAMAGE! Damage damage damage! Damage Damage damage...."

"What was that dude? What did you just say."

He paused in contemplation, wondering if it would be safe to repeat it in front of me, as a guilty looking smirk slowly crept across his face. He really did not want to tell me.

"It's okay bud, just repeat that last thing you said, I missed it."

"Damage!" he had to yell it, as if merely saying it normally wasn't good enough.

"Damage? Do you like that word?"

"Yeah."

"Where did you hear that one?"

"You said it Jay, you said it."

Damnit. Well, at least he thought I said damage, and not what I really said. It's funny, but he just learned the connotation of the word damnit, while thinking that he heard the word damage. So he yelled damage when he destroyed his pirateship, and coincidentally the ship was of course damaged, but he said it because he was distraught that the ship exploded to smithereans, and meant it to mean damnit.

I'm okay with that. he can go around yelling damage all he wants I suppose. Maybe over time he will change the meaning of the word to be more of an expletive. I should sent a memo to urban dictionary.