We’re a multilingual household.
Betcha didn’t know that about us, did ya?
Don’t be too impressed though; our second language is made up.
I’m wondering if every family has a language of their own. Like we do.
I guess it’s not so much a language of our own, considering that we’ve basically just cut and paste English words to form our own phrases.
We have the “rich person stool” for example. The rich person stool is nothing more than a stool placed in our master bedroom closet. It’s been dubbed the ‘rich person’ one because it is my belief that rich people do not have to stand up and balance on one foot in order to get their shoes on. They sit. On fancy stools in their walk-in closets. Much like we do (on the rare occasions when it’s not covered with my discarded clothes), now that we have the rich person stool.
And then there’s “Monners.” Monners is not a thing, but a person. Jayce to be specific. One of the reasons we chose to name him Jayce was so that he’d ease through life with a one-syllable name and people wouldn’t be inclined to shorten it with silly nicknames. We have a Kennedy in our family, who answers to “Ken.” And a Cassidy who rarely is called anything but “Cass” or “Cassie.” Even Torri has been shortened to “Tor”. So we figured Jayce would be easy peasy, right? Wrong. When he was a baby some brainiac started calling him J Money. Which eventually became Monners. So his easy peasy one syllable name is now two. Makes perfect sense doesn’t it?
Oh and I certainly couldn’t foget BAPs. BAPs (or Baby Apple Pies) are actually homemade apple turnovers. The first time I made them Jeff referred to them as baby apple pies, and it stuck. Only we shortened it to BAPs because, as you read, we like to stick with one-syllable. Most of the time anyway.
On the subject of desserts, we also have one called Survivor/Apprentice bread. I used to make it every Thursday night, just in time for the family to sit down together and watch Survivor. Survivor bread is basically a gooey cinnamon roll, formed into a braid rather than a roll. And it is a very popular dessert in our household. Or it used to be, anyway, before it went from Survivor bread to Apprentice bread. Apprentice bread because at some point it became harder and harder for me to get it finished on time, so instead of the family sharing it during Survivor, Jeff and I split it (after the kids went to bed) during the next show (which, at the time, was Apprentice). Don’t get your feathers in a ruffle, I always gave the kids their fair share for breakfast the following morning.
We also group certain people in categories. Not every person, mind you. We only have two categories: HQP’s and stinky people. A third category is in the works though: LQP’s. And no. LQP’s are not the same as stinky people. It’s a long story. Maybe I’ll write a post on it.
Anyway. Those are but a few of the terms of endearment we use around here.
I’m curious what yours are. Do tell.
