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Since you know me and Bryan, you know that we're extremely fond of neologisms. We're downright compulsive about creating our own, remixing, back-forming, homynymizing (our way of harmonizing) and otherwise mangling the English language, with help from Yiddish and popular culture.

Here's a sampling of the ones that come to mind right now. But seriously, these are so much part of our conversation that I'm not conscious of it anymore. If we're not careful, Squid, I mean Thalia, is going to grow up speaking an alien language.

BATCH
A lot of baths. As in, "Thalia, you need a batch. You are covered in peas."

CHUCK
See May 8's post.

THE OOZ
We keep planning to take Thalia but never make it, since one has to travel backwards to get there. The Prospect Park Ooz is remarkably improved since I last went there in 1988. Gentrification kicked out the bobcat who used to pace in his cage.

SQUID
A squishy kid. That was Thalia, right after she was born. Remember this?

Yes, that's Squid, also known as Squiddo, kiddo.

THE VET
Where Thalia goes for medical care. This a flub Bryan and I make consistently, and we've done so starting with her very first visit to the lovely Dr. Aviva Oppenheim, who is assuredly not a veterinarian. I think Bryan and I are feeling guilty that we haven't taken Django or Pearl to the vet in a good five years. Culpable. Wrong. Completely miserable failures as pet parents.

Thalia, meanwhile, knows what to do with words. She eats them. Lately she has taken to chewing on The New York Times, showing special interest in the City and Styles sections.






I leave you with 17th Street playground, Memorial Day: