In case you were wondering, I still have not finished the Sudoku puzzle.
On to other matters.
It’s like I’ve always said, “Who’s Webster, anyway?”
I mean, why does he (whoever he is) get to decide what constitutes a “real word?”
In an act of rebellion, our family has created a few words we hope to see in Webster’s tome before too long.
Muckley: Grace could not say “blanket” when she was little. She always called a blanket a “muckley.” In turn, so did David and I. And Jack and Henry. And George. And now Nina.
Iffer: I don’t know how, when, or why, but Henry doesn’t know of the existence of the word, “If.” Only “iffer.” As in, “Iffer you don’t get off my chair, I’m going to beat you with this muckley.”
The other day, I actually told Craig the Barista that I’d have a pumpkin scone, “iffer you have any left.”
Hurted: I understand why kids make words past-tense in incorrect ways. But ours refuse to accept that “hurted,” is not a word. So it’s not uncommon to hear — ’round these here parts — “I hurted him with the muckley because I said, ‘Iffer you don’t stop, I’m going to beat you with the muckley’ and he didn’t stop.”
Breafkast: Say it 10 times. It will sound as normal as aminal.
Hopstital: Ditto.
Nervousing: I myself made this one up years ago. And I seriously don’t get why it’s not yet officially in “the book.” For the record, it’s an adjective. Something is nervousing. Like, when you see your kid dangling the puppy over the balcony. That’s nervousing.
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What words has your family invented? Do let me know iffer you’re ready to petition Webster with me.
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