What-in-the-doopty!

"What-in-the-doopty!"

I'm going to start saying this! It sounds so fun! And no one can mistake it for a cuss. Doopty doesn't sound even close to the f-word! (I don't even like typing that nasty little f! Kids should be allowed to type a different letter to stand for the f.)

For example, here is something that happened at the house today, and how "What-in-the-doopty!" could have made it better and nicer than the (ª•ª) word! 

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LYLE: WHAT-IN-THE-DOOPTY! WHERE'S THE DOOPTYING HALF SANDWICH I BROUGHT HOME FROM ROMANO'S?!

ME: Do you mean the one with the salami and cheese?

LYLE: Yeah! If I catch the motherdoopter that took it, I'm gonna [number two] in their face!

ME: Téodor might have eaten it! He likes those things!

LYLE: You see him do it, kid?

ME: Nope!

LYLE: Good enough for me! [Walks toward Téodor's room] HOPE YOU'RE READY FOR DESSERT, DOOPTYFACE! 

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See? So much better! I mean, it was all still mean, and Téodor ended up getting pretty yelled at and having to do push-ups until he couldn't any more and was just lying there with his shirt off almost crying, but with softer words there might not have been so much fear in the air!

I love you! Merry Christmas! I want candy covered raisins and for all people who are ugly and sad to feel good again!

Philippe!