The backstory: We were working on hour number two of math homework (and don't get me started on that subject). Tempers were frayed, to say the least. JT took this opportunity to express his contempt for the assignment, using more profanity per square inch then even I am accustomed to hearing.
Mama: Honestly, JT, I don't enjoy that language coming from you.
JT: Well, honestly Mama, I don't enjoy this homework. So I guess we're both kind of screwed.
He nailed that one on the head.