Oldest - Boy is he cranky.
Youngest - No he is really really angry.
Angus - He's Crangery!
Oldest - Crangery? That sounds like a drink! A yummy drink!
Angus - NO! It's a Daddy drink. And it tastes really really sour and you make a sour angry face. (Angus makes said face. They all begin to giggle madly.)
Oldest- No when you drink it, it tastes real bad like horrible medicine and makes you want to throw up.
Youngest - No it tastes like throw up!
Angus - No it tastes like diarrhea!
The conversation has now been reduced, as usual, to disgusting bodily functions.
Me - That's enough! Stop with all that disgusting potty talk! I mean it.
Quiet for a few minutes, then the whispering begins.
Youngest - Mommy is crangery too.
Oldest - No that's a Daddy word, we have to find a new word for Mommy.
Angus (starts giggling) - She looks real mad and she's definitely cranky. She's Manky!
All 3 burst out laughing and start chanting "Manky Mommy! Manky Mommy!"
You know, I think I would rather be called Crangery. Manky sounds vaguely obscene.
In other news, Da Man is definitely in my good lists again as he managed to finish reading my manuscript in less than a week, a new reading record for him. To top it off, he gave me probably one of the best compliments I have ever received. He said that when he finished it he felt the same mixed emotion of regret and anticipation he had after watching the first of the Lord of the Rings movies. Regret that it was finished and excited anticipation to know there would be two more coming. I was actually quite moved by his comment. It is hands down the nicest thing he has ever said to me. I am verklempt!