I once babysat this little boy who was a real handful. He was always in trouble and it seemed like every time his dad had to call him it went like this… Dad encounters chaos left by Adam. Dad yells out, “Son of a gun! Adam!” One day, I have to pick up Adam’s older brother at school. A Catholic school. His teacher, a nun, sees adorable little Adam with his chubby cheeks and face like a cherub and asks him his name, and he answers flat out, “Darn-it-Adam.”