Today my 11-year-old daughter said "Whoopsie!", then went on to laugh about it, saying that she doesn't know how or why that word is still part of her vocabulary. I told her that I knew the answer: She got the word from me! At 43 years old, I still say it whenever I commit a small mishap. It was only after I was well into adulthood that it was brought to my attention that it might sound a bit strange coming out of the mouth of an adult. "Bro, did you just say 'whoopsie'?"

At 30, I might have been a bit more self-conscious about it and try to prune it from my vocabulary. At 43, I find it hilarious and am fully committed. If I ever die by slipping on a banana peel, you can guess what my dying words will be.