These are real words in our daily life. Welcome.
Bode got a very cool anatomy book for Christmas and he’s been pouring through it almost every night. I’m a little surprised at just how closely he’s studying it, but if you’re going to be curious about anything at a young age, your own body is a pretty good subject.
A recent ‘a-ha’ moment was learning about alveoli and asthma. Now that he can see what the problem is (in cartoon form) and explain it himself, now he actually *wants* to use his inhaler if it’s ever needed.
The other night, after going over all the bones in the book, Angela pointed to the pelvis and asked him what it was called. He pondered it a bit and rubbed his metacarpals against his gluteus maximus searching for bone. Then he came up with it – the bumskull! A skull for your bum. After we finished laughing, we decided it’s a much better name and so it stuck.
If you’re ever at a campsite and hear “Bode, get your bumskull over here!” then please come introduce yourself.
This reminds me of one of our regular camping board games – Scrabble. One evening I must have been distracted and Angela put down this zinger: anclepoo. Somehow I didn’t even notice it until much later in the game. I questioned it, of course, but she insisted that it was a real word. I wasn’t about to figure out how to back up the game, and knowing to pick my battles, there was really no point in fighting this one. One secret to a happy marriage: anclepoo is a word.
I can’t recall ever winning at Scrabble.