When I was leaving Darcy's the other night, her son, a newly minted kindergartener I'll call...Pancake, flung upon the door and hollered after me:
"Bye, Butthead!"
Oh yeah? "Bye, Stink-Pants!" I shouted back.
"Bye, Dork Face!"
"Bye, Freaknut!"
"Bye, Jerk-Freak!"
"Bye, Fart-Breath!"
And I got into my car grinning madly, joyous all out of proportion at calling playground insults across the night-dark, leaf-turning neighborhood street. Love that kid.
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