A few weeks ago, I called Olin "little nugget," which Max thought was really funny. He promptly called himself "fast nugget," I became "strong nugget," Anna became "slow nugget." The guy that drove us to the airport became "windshield nugget." You get the idea. It's been continuous since then.
In the car today, we were laughing about Olin, who was in his seat, food-stained and with his mismatched clothes, smearing his snacks on his face. Max asked why we were laughing, and I said, "well, Max, you're so fastidious, and Olin's just a mess." Max asked what fastidious meant, and I told him. He started laughing.
"I'm fastidious! Daddy's strongstidious, and Olin's walkingstidious... Mommy's laughingstidious.... HAHAHA... Outside its rainingstidious..."
And on and on. And on.
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