A True D8TA Family Experience to Share
One of my sister's (whom was a JW at the time) kids picked up one of those neat little "lines", that he didn't know the meaning of. This line was "Fuck it".
For an entire day, the little brat went around saying the word..over...and over...and over, you get the point.
So I pick up my sister to go do lunch. Sit the kid in the toddler seat, and he continues his little phrase as we are driving.
My sister finally got a bit peeved and the following conversation ensued:(names been changed for obvious reasons)
Mysister: Look that's not really a nice word to say son.
Nephew: Fuck it.
Mysister: I mean it, stop saying that, it's not polite.
Nephew: Fuck it.
Mysisiter: Look, your uncle isn't going to take you to McDonald's if you keep saying that!
Nephew: Fuck it.
Mysister: You know son, saying that dirty word, it wont get you in to Jehovah's Kingdom.(parroting a phrase our mother used to throw guilt trips at us with.)
Then, for about 3 seconds he stopped. I'm looking at the rear view mirror (containing my laughter) and I spot this sly little look in his eyes. He breaks the pause and says....
MyNephew:Fuck it.
My sister and I laughed so hard, I even had to pull the car over due to the laughter impairing my driving.
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