I'll be honest...I can have a potty mouth. Back in the day, vulgar language existed in my vocabulary. Alcohol definitely stimulates that language. Oh, and let's not forget, so can the ex-spouse.
But basically on a daily basis, my mouth is under control, appropriate language speaks. So when I tell my little man that it is time to go upstairs to go to bed and he responds, "What the hell?" I'm in total shock. Of course I have to ask him what he said. He gladly repeats with a smile, "What the hell?"
Yeah, now I want to say what the hell? What the hell is going on? I'm trying to think if I have used this phrase in front of him.
Where did you hear that word I ask him. His eyes go back and forth as he tries to look for an answer. Bingo, he sees the video he borrowed from Tinkerbell. So he tells me he got it from the movie Country Bears. He gave it a good try.