I picked my 5-year-old granddaughter up from kindergarten and took her with me to run some errands. Stopped at Costco…
grandma: (fills giant Denali xl with gas)
kid: (observes carefully through the window)
g’ma: (gets back in car)
kid: Was that one hundred three DOLLARS?
g’ma: yup
kid: and just 23 gallons?
g’ma: yup
kid : What the he11, grandma?!???
g’ma: I think you mean heck. Or oh my goodness.
kid: No, I’m sure I mean he11.