The conversation in our living room went like this:

Husband: Did someone just say “What the fuck?”

Me: I didn’t.

9 Year Old Son: Dad just did.

It said 4DCUNTD.

It took four adults to figure it out.

I’ll leave the answer in the comments.

Hint: I live in the Washington DC Metro Area.

Yeah, I played intramural soccer in college. But  for fun, definitely not for profit or sex. I wasn’t especially talented nor promiscuous, which may have contributed to my non existent rise to fortune and fame.  But I’m okay with that. I got out of the game just  what I needed at that time in my life: physical exercise  and beer. Okay, mainly beer.

So now my kids are playing soccer. Not yet into the beer garden party, but they do like to watch our local MLS team, DC United, play at RFK Stadium.

While we’ve had seats behind the hard core fans, our kids prefer to sit elsewhere because ,while the fans are spirited and tend to be happy, they stand up for almost the entire match and the pounding of the feet sort of makes my younger son nervous the stadium floor will give way. And if it does? He’s convinced we’ll fall into the depths of the stadium which will definitely mean he’ll fall so fast he won’t be able to get any Dippin’ Dots*along the way.

This past week we watched the Confederations Cup; Spain V. South Africa.  Initially I thought there was a problem with our television reception. I heard something which sounded a lot like buzzing . My sons told me it was due to  horns being blown by fans in the stadium.  And yup, they were absolutely right. I had utterly forgotten about the vuvuzela and after I told the boys the name of the horn, I waited for one of them to giggle and ask  if there is also a penis horn.

Smartassery, it seems, also follows the maternal line.

*Consensus tells me there is no middle ground when it comes to Dippin Dots; either you love them or  you hate them.  My opinion is Dippin Dots suck.