He's Overflowing Profanity!

This evening while at my mom's house, surrounded by his grandmother, great-grandmother, grandfather, cousin, great-aunt, sister, mother and father, Charlie became frustrated with setting up some teetering bowling pins and, in his most frustrated voice, shouted, "Damn it!". Then he went about his business as if nothing happened.

I have no idea where he heard such distasteful language.

The profanity train seems to be on a roll...