Hey Buddy!

When my daughter, Michelle, was about 18 months old, I was driving her to the babysitter's when I was cut off by a guy making an L from the R lane. I came within 1/4-inch of hitting him. Michelle flew forward and started to cry. I was really angry and slammed my fist on the dash and said "FUCK YOU, BUDDY!" Michelle was OK, and we got to the sitter's with no further incidents.

About two weeks after this, a friend at work fixed me up with a blind date. We had agreed that he would come to my apartment about 6. When he knocked, I answered the door with Michelle by my side. He said a brief hello and then bent down to introduce himself to Michelle:

"Hi, my name is Buddy, what's your name?"

Michelle looked up at me and said, "Mommy, iz'at Fuckyou Buddy?"