When I was about 4 years old, I started to always reply to my parents by saying ••••••
Sh..! Sh….! Sh…….it!
It continued until my parents finally took me to a supposed doctor or a practicing A-hole!
Sometimes it’s really hard to tell the difference!
Well, this doctor warned me sternly that if I did not stop saying ‘Sh…..it,’ I’d be sent to reform school! To which I replied:
Luckily I was not shipped off to reform school! The doctor just told my father that he should not hit me! Which for my father was a difficult task since he liked to beat my older brothers if they offended him.
Which they often did!
So! If I stepped out of bounds he would not hit me outright. He just would pinch me on the cheeks or arms or whatever with a Sicilian passion! To which I sometimes would reply:
???This is getting boring and redundant!??
And to this day, when I get mad or do something like hit my thumb with a hammer, I would automatically yell!!!
S***! Sh**! Sh**********it!
But when I feel spiritual, read the Scriptures or recite the Lord’s Prayer, I fervently and thankfully reply ……