We have lots of words these days. I find many of them very amusing. Just the other day we were off to a holiday party with friends. I spent the twenty minute drive there prepping my peeps: what to say, what not to say, things to try and do, and a much longer list of things not to do. It’s familiar territory, a mom’s diatribe. I include handy tips, like, “it’s okay to ask someone’s name if you’ve forgotten,” and “the best way to get what you want is to ask and use your words.”
So when we’re half an hour into the merriment, my son seeks me out to ask, “what is the name of the dominant female person of this household?”
The hostess loved it.