D**m it

We don't curse much around Grafton, but when something goes wrong we apparently say "damn it" a bit too much. Grafton heard us say this again, this morning, after we saw that he spilled some applesauce on his clean pants. He proceeded to repeat the phrase again and again. We quickly taught him to say "shucks" instead, which he thankfully started repeating. We'd better watch our tongues more carefully now--he's picking up on everything we say these days.