D'oh!

It's moments like these when you just hear Homer Simpson in the background saying, "D'oh."

B, M, & I were getting ready to head to B's mom's to visit MeMe & PaPa today. We had been to Tulsa yesterday, and we went to Ryan's to eat with Mom & Dad. M asked for a balloon, but they were all out of helium. The nice waitress gave us three balloons for us to blow up for M to play with. Well, B blew them up Sunday morning before we left. We told M he could only take two to Meme's house. B went out to warm up the truck; M stood inside holding both balloons looking at the mostly closed door. He starts yelling at B.

"Dad, open the door."

"Dad, open the door."

I'm going around the house turning off lights and space heaters during this time, when all of a sudden I hear....

"DAD! I SAID, 'OPEN THE DAMN DOOR!'".

I have no idea where he learned that. I will accept responsibility for the 'S' word....uh, SHHHHHHHTUFF, but I don't remember saying Darn around him.

D'OH!