I’m beginning to think some character traits skip a generation. My grandmother used to make up words for things and I do that pretty frequently. Although she used words like “crunkles” to describe crumbs on her clothes and I tend to say things like “son of a seabiscuit” when trying not to swear in front of small children. We both called underwear “bunders” and I am sure she had some made up words for vagina since I only heard her ever call a penis a “jaholacker”.
My Dad and my daughter have a lot more similarities than my grandma and I ever did, but mislabeling things is definitely one of them. My dad called my husband to come over and help him install a “toilet topper” last week and my husband thought he needed help with the top of the toilet tank until they talked a little more and he realized it was the term my dad used for the cabinet that went above the toilet. Six months ago my daughter had asked to borrow a suit jacket and called it a suit topper. We have since called all blazers and suit jackets just that. She picks up a lot of weird little things from him, like eating unidentified food found in a couch cushion or using knives with no cutting board, but the vocabulary she picks up has to be my favorite. Those two are certainly cut from the same cloth.
*I wrote this while listening to some good old fashioned truth speakers – RATM.
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