#622: Salutations
on November 4, 2024
Some things – like full naming your misbehaving child – are universal. Some are personal nicknames from years of affection. And some are dropping a simple ‘bruh’ on them because there’s nothing more crippling to say to a preteen.
(Everyone in our family is, intermittently, ‘puppy’, usually pronounced ‘buppy’ at its highest level of affection. Everyone except for the dog, of course, who is ‘baby girl’.)