Yesterday was a very busy day - visiting teaching, errands, birthday party. We came home exhausted and ready to take a break. We got to the back porch and the screen door was jammed shut - it really wouldn't budge. We tried the front door but it's always locked and we don't have a key for it. Then we tried the neighbor but he wasn't home, so we went back to the porch and tried the back door again. I was struggling with it and the kids could tell I was frustrated. This is what they had to say:
Noah: "Ooohhhh, this is re-dick-alis!" (interpretation - ridiculous)
Alex: "Gosh dangit, gosh dangit, gosh dangit!"
Apparently that's the worst thing they've ever heard me say - thank goodness : )
And yes, I did get the screen door "un-stuck." Why doesn't Noah ever call me a superhero?