Last night, Cotter again demonstrated his emerging (and seemingly heriditary) penchant for making up words to fit his needs.
Yesterday was either day 16 of consecutive 100-degree days, or day 1 of consecutive under-100-degree days, depending on your location. I don't know where we were in that, but it was still hot. So we have a floor fan to keep air moving over here by the computer area.
Anyway, last night was time for Cotter and I to set up the draft for the family fantasy football league we've put together. Before we started, Cotter moved from my right side, over to my left.
"What's up?" I asked.
"I just wanted to move where it wasn't so fanny," he answered.
Feel free to employ fanny in your vernacular, within this appropriate context, of course.
August 24, 2006 9:48 AM