Last weekend, The Wife and I went wakeboarding with some friends on the Willamette River. We put the boat in the water just outside of Wilsonville, OR, at the Boones Ferry Marina, with six individuals on board: five adults and one (easily influenced) 9 year-old boy.
After several hours of wakeboarding and drinking PBR and Canadian Club whiskey, we started swimming and jumping off the stern. Front flips came next, until some jerk (me) decided to kick things up a notch by performing a graceless back flip. I have a foundationless and totally irrational fear of breaking my neck — I am convinced I will, at any moment, compress my spine like a telescope — so when I performed my back flip, I unwittingly shouted “Titties–titties–titties!” before hitting the water.
All of the adults laughed until the 9 year-old boy scaled the ladder, turned around and launched himself backward into the air like 60 pounds of deathwish.
“Titties–titties–titties!” *splash*
His impression of me was spot-on, which is why I was informed by his parents I am no longer welcome on their boat.
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Oh God, My Wife Is German. 
Some time ago I was at a friend’s house, helping install a window so they could see the back yard from upstairs. I was balanced on a board above the stairs holding it in place, Clarence was on the back porch roof nailing it in place, and then window slammed down on all of my fingers. My response was a sting of invective.
I iced my fingers, and then their son, first born, said his first words. Not “Mommy”, not “Daddy” … but “FUCK!”. His mother, Jean, was aghast. Little Clarence liked the funny faces she made so responded with “FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!FUCK!” & giggles. It was his favorite word, even after his vocabulary had extended to a score of words.
My apologies were for naught. It was my COOP job, shortly after I left for two quarters of school. When I came back I was forgiven, but just barely!
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FanTASTIC! I love it, Michael!
Thank you for the great comment and for sharing with us. Have a great day!
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I think I’m going to say that next time I have occasion to jump into water. lol.
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