A few days ago, Grace unearthed from the cluttered game cabinet a card game I purchased at the last after-Christmas 75% off sale at Barnes & Noble. The plastic wrap which still encased the game served as a not-so-gentle reminder that the kids weren’t nearly as excited about my find as I was.
The game is called PDQ (Pretty Darn Quick), and it’s either really fun or a gargantuan nightmare depending on which side of the bed everyone woke up on that day.
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I’ve mentioned before that we invent words in our house. I’ve been doing it since…well…forever. I invented the word “nervousing.” So the next time someone around you says it, and then asks, “Is that a word?”, you can confidently respond, “Yes, it is. Elizabeth said so.”
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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.
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