Breppist

I have a fervent love for kid-speak. We have adopted many of the kids’ -isms as normal everyday lingo. A few examples:

Lemmalade: lemonade

Bubba-ga: Bubble Guppies

Chonk: a universal curse word, i.e., “that is chonking awesome!”

Numnum: coffee (I wholeheartedly support this one)

When Bean was a little, breakfast was “breppist”. And lemme just tell you that breppist is my least favorite meal of the day. I’m only about 40% conscious, I’ve had 0% of my daily caffeine requirement and everyone is so chonking loud. All I wanna do is drink my numnum while y’all chill out watching some Bubba-ga and shush.

It ain’t gonna happen, mamas. Not today. Probably not ever.

I’m in the kitchen this morning and Noodle comes in with the obligatory, “I’m hunnnnngryyyy. What’s for breppist?” I brandish the box of frozen waffles already in my hand (no shame in that game) and he tells me that he doesn’t want waffles, he wants something delicious. And he proceeds to expound on said delicious menu by telling me he wants bangers and mash with barbecue chips.

I mean… two snaps for good vocab and international cuisine. I was impressed. So of course I made him a plain waffle and a banana. Breppist of Champions.

Here’s to us, mamas. Nobody ever said we’d be rockstars every day. May your coffee be stronger than your children’s sass and may you finally figure out how the Bubble Guppies can light a campfire on the bottom of the ocean floor.