In recent weeks, the Little Kid has taken to acknowledging his approval of cool things by saying, "Boomstick awesomesauce."
I know where boomstick is coming from. Yes, I am aware that boomstick can refer to a sawed-off shotgun, but it is also a device (loaded with 12-gauge shotgun shells) that divers take with them to ward off sharks. The Little Kid knows everything about sharks. He also is a fan of the show, "Bones" (yes, our kids watch "Bones," with parental supervision - having grown up on "Quincy, M.E." I cannot deny them their generation's equivalent), and in a recent "Bones" episode the coroner types were all kinds of confused about a homicide that turned out to be the result of a diver's boomstick being discharged at close range.
"Awesomesauce" is a compound word that I have heard uttered before.
As for "boomstick awesomesauce" - well, that was a new one on me. But now it is stuck in my head. And, God help me, I find myself using it. Thus far, only when talking to the kids:
Mom! Check out my paper airplane - I got it lodged in the ceiling fan!
Boomstick awesomesauce.
But I am afraid that it's going to slip out at work. Perhaps in a client meeting. I can feel it coming.
#boymom.
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