Son of a Fish!

Sometimes it's to our own benefit that our kids don't fully listen to us when we talk.  Like today, when I was downstairs vacuuming the living room rug and attempted to pull out the waste bin to dump it.  At which point the bin literally fell apart in my hands and emptied months worth of dust, dog hair and questionable particles all over the recently (half way) vacuumed rug.  After my expletive response, Arianna calls down stairs "Daddy, what son of a fish are you talking about?"