The "F" word

Last week Todd and I shopped for birthday cards for Daddy. Had to find something special for the big 4-0, after all! While Todd's choices consisted of fun music cards, mine, of course, went to the age digs. And so I found the perfect card for him. The front of it reads:

Oh no! It's the "F" word, that terrible "F" word! Stop me, please before I lose control and say it again and again and again...

Inside it reads:

Forty! You're forty! Yes, Forty! Ha ha! Forty! Forty! Forty!
Happy Birthday!

Harmless enough, right? Good for a few giggles.

Then today at school, apparently, Todd shocked his teacher by making mention of the "F-word". Fortunately, he innocently explained further and told her that his Daddy's 40th birthday was coming up. Whew! Maybe it's not such a bad thing if he thinks, for now, at least, that the F-word is "forty" :-)