A little backstory: The first time my son, Will, ever heard me swear, it was not the giant F-bomb he picked up — or repeated, at least. What he immediately took to is what we very straightforwardly dubbed The Stubbed Toe Dance. That dance has carried on and now, in that taboo kind of way, bears no known...

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@tinyroofnail Oh, how wonderful!

@tinyroofnail adorable. Sometimes cultural transmission is more like a game of telephone

@dwalbert True! (Works that way about 60% of the time, every time.)