A week or so ago, Shaun told me that he had a new word that he wanted to start using. He had heard somebody else say it and he thought it was just a really great word. Now, before I go any farther with this, I need to let you know that Shaun has a very extensive vocabulary. He delights in finding the perfect word to express whatever it is that he is saying. (I, on the other hand, have no qualms about making up a word to fit the situation…it drives Shaun nuts) He knows all sorts of Latin and Greek and whatever root words and amuses himself by playing with them. So, I’m sure you can understand that I was expecting a doozy of a word. When he told me what the word was, I just snorted at him and told him that he would sound quite pompous (said in a stuffy upper crust English accent) if he started using that all the time…especially if said with the accent. (In all fairness, the accent was entirely my idea)
Evidently, Shaun forgot all about using the word because I didn’t hear him using it at all. Of course, being the good wife that I am, I realized that that it was my wifely duty to remind him of it by incorporating it’s usage into my own daily vocabulary. Evidently, he didn’t think much of that idea.
“Hey! That’s my word! You can’t say that!” he bellowed. Hmmm…that was a fun reaction. Although, even after nearly twenty years of marriage, he evidently forgot that I can’t stand being told what I can and can’t do.
I have been accused of being contrary a time or two in my life. I’ve never really agreed with that, but evidently there is a small grain of truth to it. It has now become my task to encourage the world to overuse this word. Evidently, my mission is having some effect. Why, just last night I overheard one of the girls saying, “Daddy, you have evidently forgotten that you were coming up to kiss my goodnight”
What a feeling of wonderful satisfaction….