At the supper table this evening, I called Judah a wretched fiend. This started a discussion on the meaning of the word ‘fiend’ and why it’s okay to call your family members things like: rascal, rapscallion, wretch….
And then Wesley burst into a joyful rendition of….. “I am a wretch…” to the tune of “I am a C… I am a C-H-R-I-S-T-I-A-N…”
And then we all sat around and laughed. (Except for Roger and Malin who were busy with a Rubik’s cube.)
As a side note… when I buy chicken in bulk, I like to separate the pieces and flash-freeze them. This helps to preserve the fresh flavor of the chicken as well as make it easier for me to use it in the future. A mere glimpse of a Rubik’s cube causes my brain to flash-freeze.
I think it’s a self-preservation technique.