I think Bud just swore at me.
We were getting ready for bed, and Bud insisted that he wanted a bedtime snack. Spying telltale crumbs of American cheese stuck to his cheek, I pointed out that he'd already helped himself to a bedtime snack and I told him that he'd had enough for the night.
"But I'm hungry, Mama," he said.
"Sorry, Bud," I said.
"I want a SNACK," he implored.
"You're all done for today," I answered.
"PLEASE, Mama!" he pleaded.
"NO, Bud," I insisted.
Frustrated, he let out a low growl, pushed past me, stomped into the next room, and grumbled with exasperation, "Jesus Mackerel, you make me crazy!"
Do you suppose that he meant to say -
Ah, never mind. I don't think I want to know.