So we all know that, much to my brother's horror, I have what he refers to as a "trucker's mouth."
Nate was walking around yesterday morning playing with a bottle (a favorite pasttime; this happened to be an empty vitamin bottle with a child-protective lid). The lid was stuck. He was mildly frustrated. Walking around saying, repeatedly, "Nate's saying 'damn it'."
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