Clearly, I have a potty mouth. The words: "Mama! Mama! You said 'Fack!'" come to mind here.
And now, Boy-o has picked up on my relationship with the big JC.
Heard from Boy-o yesterday:
At the grocery store: "JESUS! This shopping cart sure is full!"
and then later on in the backyard, when it started to rain... "JESUS! I better get my umbrella!"
Can't. Stop. Laughing.