darn it, moab

The other morning Claire and I were running errands when she saw a truck that she mistakenly thought was her Daddy's. 

"Daddy's truck!," she exclaimed.

"No sweetheart, Daddy and his truck are in Moab," I corrected.

"Daddy?  Mulab?," she asked in her cute little voice.

"Yes, Daddy's in Moab."

And then came the part that made me laugh right out loud. 

"Daaaarn it.  Darn it, Daddy.  Darn it, Mulab."

I agree wholeheartedly, Claire.

Darn it Mulab.