All day long, my two-year-old son has been saying this phrase, and my daughter and I just couldn’t figure it out. It sounded kind of like, “dun-der-deep.” He kept saying it and giggling, through Sears, at the playground, while we were at home playing in the sandbox and later eating hummus and crackers together.
“Dun-der-deep!” giggle, giggle.
Finally it clicked.
“Hey, Sweetie,” I said to him, “Dirty deeds?”
Some men take their sons fly fishing, some teach them about shaving, or even how to write their names in the snow. My husband has made sure that the most important lesson was taught during toddlerhood. Now that our son knows about AC/DC, everything else will fall into place from here.