The other night I was cooking dinner for the boys. I have still yet to convince them to eat what we eat, well, except for steak. Those boys love their steak. Other than steak, their meals consist of various nutritionally sound items such as fish sticks, chicken nuggets, spaghetti, and Chef Boyardee's ABC's and sports shapes (at least they are whole grain). Thankfully, they do love their veggies and fruits so I can't say their diet is complete shit, just partial shit.
At my mom's house, where they have dinner several nights a week the menu is the same. However, my dad generally gets home after they have eaten dinner. He sits down to his full plate of baked fish, rice and veggies at the kitchen table. As soon as he sits down, and I mean as soon as his ass hits the chair, the turkeys are on him like glue, sampling his dinner, and by sampling, I mean eating about half of it. After weeks of this, my mom decided to cook them their own piece of fish and rice.
Here's the kicker, they won't eat it. Unless it is on my dad's plate. The other day after eating their fish and rice off Dandad's plate, Hayden sat back, rubbed his belly and says,
"That's scrumptious. Mmmmm..mmmmm."
I almost fell out of my flippin' chair. Scrumptious? Where the hell did he come up with this word? I certainly don't say scrumptious. I've never heard anyone in his immediate circle using that word regularly. I seriously doubt any of his preschool classmates walk around saying scrumptious. I can barely spell it. I am actually staring at the word right now convinced I've spelled it incorrectly, but apparently spellcheck thinks I got it right.
So later that night, hubs is playing his PS3, don't get me started on that, and I relayed the scrumptious story to him. Without looking away from the T.V. he mumbles,
Huh? Moose? What on earth does that mean? My attempts at getting any answers about anything from my husband while he is engrossed in Modern Warfare 3 are generally futile. So I patiently waited, well, let's be honest, I do not have a patient bone in my body. More than likely I stood in front of the T.V., blocking his view, until he was forced to answer my questions.
Me: "What do you mean, moose?"
Him: "Moose A. Moose, you know the moose on Nick Jr. He uses the word scrumptious."
Me, shaking my head in disbelief: "You have got to be kidding to me? He got it from the effing moose? Good grief."
So hear I am thinking I've got myself a brilliant kid and it turns out he learned his one and only big word from the T.V. I guess that shit really does work.
Love and peace,