oops

This morning, Jack was attentively playing his plastic blue recorder while I tidied up the apartment. I was attempting to lean over the deck to shake out his sand-saturated swimming shorts but they slipped from my hands and fell from our second story. I promptly exclaimed "shit", but no sooner had I done this, Jack happily echoed me in the background. Not once, but many times as he rolled the word around and around in his mouth, pronouncing it with more beautiful clarity each time he spoke. Oops...