I recover; Henry planders.
Good afternoon, concerned Finslippy readers! I am sorry that I frightened all of you, especially the Effexor users among you, with my tales of woe. By the next day I felt better than I have in months. But did I write about that? No, I just did a smug little dance and I headed out the door. How could I stay in when I felt so good? What if it didn’t last?
In other news, Henry is honing his comic technique. The ultimate in funny, right now, is to approach me and announce, “I thought you were a [made-up word here].” For instance:
“I thought you were a shnerb.” Raucous laughter ensues. He repeats the word a few times. And laughs some more.
“What’s a shnerb?” I ask. More laughter. He can’t get enough of it!
“A shnerb is a sort of funny bug. A funny bug that eats people.”
Repeat this nine or ten times in an afternoon, and it just gets funnier! No matter what the word is, it always means “funny bug that eats people.” Sometimes it’s a funny bug that eats fire people. I’m not sure where he got this idea. For once, I can’t blame it on Star Wars.
I told him I didn’t think a people-eating bug would be funny, exactly. Not because I’m concerned that he might seek out and befriend an enormous killer insect; just because I was bored and wanted to see where this would go. But nothing’s less funny than analyzing your own joke, as we all know, so he got sort of pissy with me and spat, “I don’t want to talk about that.” Which I think was sort of unfair, frankly, because didn’t he just accuse me of being one of these deadly bugs? Shouldn’t I have the right to find out more about them?
And now, my favorite neologism ever:
Henry is walking on the curb, as it is where the snow is located. He looks up and exclaims, “The snow is all plandering under my boots!”
“What is plandering?” I ask him.
“Plandering means when it planders. When the snow is all plandery.”
That’s my boy.










December 9, 2005
Reader Comments (76)
Glad you're feeling so good too. I'm doing a little dance for you!
"Shup" which is shut up. You know, for those times you want to silence someone but don't want to waste your time using two words when one will do.
Vant which is a cross between vent and rant. I was extremely irritated with a customer one day (I worked in a call center for a major bank) who blamed us for the fact that she had no money for Christmas when she overdrew her account by going to the casino. Why, yes, that's our fault. Anyway, I walked up to one of my friends and said "I really need to vant now."
Words are fun.
Other times he'll hook on to a short phrase he hears and you'd think it was a punchline to the funniest joke ever – he actually guffaws. Yesterday my mother said, "Max, did you sleep 'til THREE O'CLOCK!?!" In a sort of silly way, and the kid said "eeee (three) ock?!" and commenced to laugh himself to death. He repeated this about 50 times and it never lost its zing. The other day it was the phrase "holy mackerel". Gales of laughter. Reels.
I must be getting old.
SEE! See how leaving him to his own devices was not so much neglect as nurturing!?!
The laughter is one of the from the gut kind that just warms your soul to hear.
Gotta love um!
I think the verb "streep" is the only word I made up...
I love all these words, bravo little ones!
Crinkly: Adj., not right or to the liking of his majesty. We now use this to describe anything unsatisfactory, for instance - trips to Wal-Mart during any holiday season are CRINKLY.
"Hens love roosters, geese love ganders, everyone loves when snowwww planders!"