Bad words...

The girls ran into my bedroom a few mornings ago claiming that they heard dad say a bad word. I sighed and asked which word they heard. Scarlett spelled it "bull s-h-*-t" I said "are you SURE he says that?" secretly hoping they'd assume that surely they had heard wrong. Grace pipes in "I think he said bull shoot." Scarlett then yells "that's just dumb, and doesn't make any sense!" Needless to say I went into the kitchen and said to Chris "it looks like you have some explaining to do to your daughters." He pulled them both aside and admitted his wrong doings. Can't get away with much around this house, I guess.