I love NouNou. If I could afford it, she would be at my house all day, every day. Not to put too fine a point on it, she is the wife I have been looking for all the years that I've been working too many hours.
However. NouNou does a few things differently than I would. Like putting half-eaten containers of baby applesauce back into the refrigerator half-closed, but looking as though they are completely closed.
Me, after knocking said applesauce all over everything in the refrigerator: "SHIT!!!!"
Quarta, merrily: "Shit! Shit! Shit! Shit!"
X to me: "I told you this was going to happen if you didn't clean up your language."
Quarta: "No shit!"