I spelled it wrong

Matt was playing with a light-up spinning top he earned as a prize for one of the school's fundraisers.

Most folks know these 'prizes' usually aren't very well made.

It was already partially broken before he stepped off the bus.

It was broken into two pieces with wires and batteries falling out before we made it home from maw maw's house.

And so Matt,  determined not to have to throw his new piece of crap favorite toy in the trash, set out to 'fix' it.

He had it working pretty well by supper time.

The next thing I heard coming from my sweet little, blond-haired, blue-eyed baby boy was, "What the hell . . . . "
 I'm guessing something wasn't going quite right with his toy.

This is the conversation that followed.

Me:  "Whooooaaaa! What did you say?"

Matt: "Nothing."

Me: "Did you say, 'what the hell'?"

Matt:  "Yes."

Me:  "Did you say hell or hail?" (We do live in the south, and he is my most country-fied sounding child. I had to make sure.)

Matt:  "Hell."

Me: "Don't say that, honey. That's not a good thing to say."

Matt:  "Then I said hail."

Me:  "That's not what I heard."

Matt:  "I meant to say hail, but I spelled it wrong."