Bless Your Heart

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!