I knelt down and rummaged through the leaves, hunting for our daily treats. The deep red fruit begged to be picked. Paisley’s tiny hand reached for the ripened strawberry.
“Howee Hell! The stupid bird ate it.” She stomped her heal and placed hands on hips.
I froze half way in my attempt to grab a handful of strawberries.
“What did you say?”
With her nose crunched, she pointed at the half eaten berry. “The birds ate my strawberry!”
“I see it did, but what did you say before that?”
“I don’t want to say it again.”
“Where did you hear that word from?” I held back a smile because I already knew her answer.
“Daddy. He says ‘Howee Hell' all de time.”
“Well, I think we need to talk to Daddy when he gets home.”
“Yeah, and he’s gunna get his a** kicked huh?”
Here we go again……