Yesterday I told you about my daughter dropping an F bomb.
Today I give you the pocket.
My ex and daughter were in the car going somewhere without me. I like to think it was Mother's Day or my birthday and they were out shopping for my gift. Or not.
As the story goes, the kid dropped something - a drink as I recall - and said, "Oh f*** it!"
When her dad regained his senses, he said, "I'm sorry. what did you just say?"
She said she said "Oh pocket!"
Knowing she'd be in trouble, not wanting to disappoint her dad and being the smart one, her answer didn't change.
Hmm...
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