Never underestimate the insidious power of a four-year-old to wring the most heinous profanities out of you, against your very will.
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My older sister, remarking upon the fickle finger of reindeer fame, was somewhere in her early teens when this took place. I’m not sure if she was just showing off with a fancy new vocabulary word, or just seizing another low-hanging opportunity to grumble bitterly about something. Probably a little bit of both. (I had to ask my mom what “fickle” meant.)
My father would actually stop in his tracks and watch with a baleful eye whenever he noticed me pouring a glass of Coke for myself. If I succeeded in handling the 2-liter bottle without incident, he would walk on disgruntled, muttering at the lost opportunity to launch a tirade. Some dads might’ve just poured the soda FOR their kids, but that’s just crazy talk.
P.S. “Bing-slam-bang” was indeed something I was frequently accused of.