That's what Cullen's been gleefully saying over and over and over again, all morning long.
Except, that's really only part of what he's been saying.
When I finally figured out what he was really saying, I told him, "Stop it. We don't say that."
He furrowed his little brow, deep in thought.
"We don't say machine?" he asked.
"No, you can say machine," I answered.
He thought some more, then gave me his sly, sweet little grin.
"We don't say damn?"