In honor of my mom...
When my brother, Shea, was first learning to talk, if you asked him his name he would tell you that it was "Shit Shea".
He thought that was his name because my mom was constantly saying things like:
"Shit! Shea, get out of there."
"Shit! Shea, take that out of your mouth."
"Shit! Shea, don't touch that."