Inspired by airam’s swearing twerps post…
When “The Monkey” was three, a group of us were hanging out at my uncle’s house. The Monkey and her mommy were ready to leave. They were standing on the back deck, waiting for the daddy.
The mommy was muttering something I couldn’t make out as they came back in to get him. The Monkey heard it though.
The little twerp walked right into the middle of the room full of people, put her hands on her hips, and in her best mommy-mimicking performance asked,
“Where’s that fucking Steve?”