I was in the living room when I heard a bit of commotion in the kitchen behind me.
CSP: Son of a bitch!
Me: Who are you calling a son of a bitch?
CSP: Zoe!
Me: Honey, you can’t call her a son of a bitch, she’s a girl!
CSP: Oh yeah. You’re right. Hmmm.
pause.
CSP: Son of a whore!
Bless Your Heart 