Direct quote from the nephew: "When I'm an adult, I'm goin' to do whatever I want." I tried to explain that it was much, much more complicated than that . . . that the world was full of compromises. Nope. In, let's see, eleven more years, Z is going to do whatever he wants. All this because Mean Aunt Emily wouldn't take him to McDonalds for lunch. (part of the conversation did degrade to "well, I have the car keys . . . ")
As it turns out, a Cuban sandwich is quite good and ordering off the ADULT menu is even cooler. The music is very good to bounce to at the Cuban restaurant, also. So we don't want to say that Mean Aunt Emily knows her business or anything but . . .
The newest linguistic phase in Z's life is making everything a gerund. A gerund is when you make a verb out of a noun by adding "ing", such as skiing from ski. (for all of you who aren't English teachers out there) Z is obsessed with "spooky" and cemetaries and scary stuff so driving by a funeral home will peak his interest. The people inside the funeral home? Well, they must be "funeralin' ". "Are they funeralin', Emily?" People visiting the cemetary are "cemetarin' ". No concept of going to visit anyone's grave . . . they must just be "cemetaring", which I think is the act of going into a cemetary to look around. "Funeralin' ", I'm afraid, is going to stick in my vocabulary.
After going to the "skeleton" store (Noir leather) and buying a skeleton button (though not the one we wanted because Mean Aunt Emily thought the ax and blood was too violent) , going to the zoo (that would being "zooin" ), NOT eating at McDonald's, and pointing out every train crossing in Royal Oak (will there be a train? How about now? When do the trains come? If a train comes can I go look at it? will there be a train now?) -- Mean Aunt Emily bought him a jean jacket, which he then would not take off, even though it was 90+ degrees. "Jean jackets are cool."
Yes. Yes they are.
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Before anyone comments about the conflict or irony of letting a child buy a mean looking (lookin') skeleton button but NOT letting him buy the button with the skeleton wielding the ax . . . you just had to be there. Button paid for: cartoony. Button nixed: not so cartoony, much more Iron Maiden. Just to clear that up.
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