Dangit!

I have tainted my daughter.

Traveling home from Orem along a crowded Interstate-15 on Sunday night I was struck with a sudden and intense pang of hunger. In my haste to find food I followed Amber's suggestion and reached into the pocket of the driver-side door for a granola bar. My fingers searched through the dark for an opening in the box, and as they glided over the smooth cardboard they reached the edge only to be welcomed with the sharp ridge of paper product that ripped mercilessly into the top layer of skin.

My reaction was quick and instinctive. I began flinging my hand back and forth through the air and cried, "DANGIT!"

No sooner had the words left my mouth when I heard an echo of, "Dangit", from the two-year old passenger in the back seat.

The incident was noted and then quickly forgotten until today when Amber reported that Ashley received a paper cut. As she grimaced from the pain, Ashley looked up at Amber and said, "Dangit!" What kind of father am I?