It appears that my geek is raising up a little clone. Ubernerd boy is well on his way to becoming a geek.
We now have a deal: when 12 year old Mason can’t keep his mouth shut, and it’s desperately important that he do, I will say a code word. Being the cool and nice mom, I let him pick his own word. Here’s his first choice (and I am not making this up):
pheumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis
Pronounced like:
fu-mono-ultra-micro-scopic-silico-volcano-coni-osis
He was able to spell it for me. But that is neither here nor there.
The problem lies in the fact that I can’t remember that. I told him that while it really was a great word, he’d have to come up with something that I could remember. Mason’s new I’m-being-a-jerk code word:
I caught you this delicious bass.