By the grace of one fortunate vowel

Tonight at dinner, upon finishing the last bit of food on his plate, the Little Man climbed down from his chair and dashed into the other room to collect some toy he desperately desired at that particular moment. As I listened to his footsteps stomp across the hardwood floor, I heard a minor crash. I was about to ask what happened when the Little Man appeared in the kitchen, grunting and grabbing at his foot.

“Ah, shut!” he said, shaking off the injury1.

I nearly fell out of my chair laughing.

  1. I’m certain he gets this from me, save for my use of a slightly different vowel.

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