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Jenn has grown up. As proof of this, or possibly motherhood, she's taken to cursing in Walloon. I can't *spell* it, but I can transliterate:

Gott fer dom. Gott fer DOM non-de-gyuer.

Me, if I *must* say it, I say it in English - NAME OF GOD! But that's because I can't spell.

My Bonnemaman once was visiting when we were little, and she heard my mom (her daughter) yelling at us, of course cursing in Walloon. And later, she says to her "You know, I really wish you wouldn't say that. It sounds so basse classe. At least, if you must say it, say "nom de dieu". And for hours, my mom felt bad over this. Until she realized - hey, waitaminute! That's a *Walloon* expression! Where does she think I heard it if not from her? It's not like there's all these Belgian-Americans running around*!

*_{Actually, there are. Everywhere. My sister's first crush? Belgian. The boss before the last one? Belgian. That couple next to us on the plane last time I went to California with my mom? Belgian. Scary, huh?}