I almost deposited a roadkill tool while giving my 3 year old a ride to daycare. I was going around a corner when I heard a clunk and metal hit the road. I knew what it was right away. It was a Craftsman screwdriver which I had left under the hood to adjust the carb.
I did not cuss, but sort of growled a little bit.
My 3 year old, in his carseat looked at me and asked, "(Expletive deleted), Dad?" "(Expletive deleted)?
I couldn't stop laughing to tell him, "No, I don't need any of your help son."
He must have picked that up from his foul-mouthed mother...
