Denny spent last Wednesday morning at my Mom's while I worked at Grace's school.
When I walked into my Mom's to pick Denny up, she pulled my into the corner with a shit eating grin on her face.
What's up I asked?
Apparently while Denny was with my Mom, the word "hate" came up. Denny then said that it's a bad word, so no one should ever say it.
Instead of leaving it there, my Mom had to ask my 3-year-old son what are some other bad words?
Darling little dude said, "Stupid, Mean, Hate & Fuck it."