Hank: What is that word on the refrigerator? Cloudburst? Did you make it up?
Me: I did not make it up, but I thank you for thinking I was that creative.
Hank: Really? I thought you did because it is the exact word I needed for what happened at school when it just started raining like pouring from a sprinkle.
Me: Cloudburst is the absolute right word for the job. Sometimes those kinds of words already exist and sometime you need to make them up, something that Germans have worked into their language quite nicely. My friend Brian provided that word for you. I have never heard it before in all of my Midwestern American life but Brian is from Wyoming where things like cloudbursts happen regularly. Wyoming is a wild, important place.
Me: Hank, did you hear it was your turn in the bathroom?
Papa: (from the other room) Hank! Fix your hair it’s almost time to go.
Hank: (annoyed) Why didn’t anyone tell me?!?
Me: (looking at Molly) We did, didn’t we MaGoo. (whispering) Someone is grumpy today.
Molly (scrambling out of my arms and off the couch)
Hank: (overhearing) I am not grumpy.
Me: Fair enough, Sir Ogre, I stand corrected.
Molly: (following Hank out of the room) Papa?
Pai: Fila (daughter)?
Me: (following Hank into the bathroom) Can I lend a hand?
Me: (noticing his outfit) Hank, are you wearing a T-shirt under that hoodie?
Hank: (super annoyed) Papa didn’t give me one this morning. (stamping his foot)
Me: (biting the inside of my cheek as to not laugh at the ridiculousness)
Hank: ARGH! (abandoning his hair, unkempt and covered in gel, storming into his bedroom)
Me: (following) Parents are fallible.
Hank: (pissed) I don’t know what that means. (grabbing a T-shirt, angrily)
Me: It means we make mistakes.
Hank: (ripping off his hoodie, while doing so a sparkly ring falls out of his hoodie pocket, reaches down to grab it) It’s Irina’s. She asked me to hold it for her and I forgot to return it yesterday. (shoves ring into his sweatpants pocket and in doing so he realizes that his sweatpants are on backwards)
Hank: (beyond annoyed kicks off his shoes) Argh! (pulls T-shirt over his head and gel coats the inside of the collar) Ewwwwewwew! Oh man!
Me: This morning isn’t working out well for you is it?
Hank: (hyper frustrated) I NEED SPACE. I NEED TO START ALL OVER.
Me: (walking out of the room, meeting papa and Molly in the hall) He needs…