Today Daddy coined a new phrase, “funnoying.” It is only a few hours later but I can’t recall exactly what incident prompt it. During dinner, though, Coco asked to put more gravy on her plate, I made a turkey dinner for us since we’ll be in Canada for Thanksgiving and instead of using a spoon, she wanted to pour it. We knew that was a bad idea but she’s fast. A second later, with a huge pool of gravy on her plate, I said, “that was funnoying.” Both Daddy, who looked angry, and Coco, who looked worried, started laughing. Me too.
