I’m thankful for Liam’s sense of humor. Last week he asked me if I would make him a PBJ sandwich. I lovingly replied, “Dude, make it yourself.” He then tried to tell me how much work he’s done so he really needs me to cut him some slack. Really? You wanna talk about work, kid? When that was an epic fail, Liam said, “Your poor disabled son wants you to make his brother a sandwich.” Ok, the thing is, we NEVER refer to Aidan as the poor disabled kid, though we do thank him for good parking spaces. This was too funny that he’d think to work this angle. Use it if you’ve got it. I got a good laugh. He got the sandwich.
Next. A friend used our fridge magnets to write “drupal fosmod.” She’s a doctor and I’m a nerd so I looked it up in a medical dictionary expecting to find the meaning. Not there. We used it anyway. “How’s your drupal fosmod today?” “I think I worked my drupal fosmod pretty hard today.” Then one night at dinner Liam said, “Ty told me that the drupal fosmod is the middle bone of your vertebrae.” He spoke with such authority. I was shocked to find out later that my friend just randomly put those letters together. Now we’re back to, “Come to dinner drupal fosmod.” “How does your drupal fosmod feel about your report card?” “DRUPAL FOSMOD!” “Watch your language, mother!” I highly recommend you find a nonsense word to own and use as you please. Feel free to borrow ours and enjoy.