In the past, I 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 discovers a mess 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 charming Adam with his chubby cheeks and face like a cherub and asks him his name, and he answers flat out, “Son-of-a-gun-Adam.”