I was telling my mom the telephone pole story on the phone today, and she said there was another Z-boy story that was funny, but she couldn't think of it. When he was little. Just learning to talk... I remembered.
We were leaving the drive-through of a frozen yogurt place. I was driving, Mom was in the front seat, and Z-boy was strapped into his car seat in the middle of the back seat. A gigantic sneeze erupted from Mom's body.
"God-dammit, Grandma!" a little voice chirped from the back seat.
Mom's head snapped in my direction with big eyes and a hand over her mouth as she tried not to giggle.
"Honey, when someone sneezes, we say 'God BLESS you.'" I managed to choke out as I muffled my own guffaws.
There was a very short silence in the back as he digested this information.
"Oh. That's right. It's 'God-dammit' when you spill your coffee!"