Brrring, brrring. Caller ID shows it's Youngest Son.
Yvonne: Hello.
Youngest Son (judging by the echo from the boys' bathroom): Mother. Goodness.
Yvonne: Yes?
Youngest Son: I just sat down in English, wrote the date at the top of my paper and said 'sonofabitch!' I was so tired this morning I forgot. Happy Birthday Mama.
Now how could I scold him for saying sonofabitch?