SPAM

A recent development with my Benito that I have to share: He's made up his own verb

substitute that, in his mind, works for just about everything. It's the word "spam." What cracks us up about this is that we don't eat spam (dee-sgusting), we've never talked about spam, and as far as I know, he's never seen spam. To him it's just a made-up word that sounds like a combo of several other action words (like blam, splash, boom, etc.), so it functions as the end-all, be-all of verbs.

A couple of examples. Today at the water park he said, "Mama, did you see that blue bucket? It just spammed the water from the sky; it spammed that little girl on the head!" Another example, "Did she try to get rid of that rat and spam him in the ceiling?" (from the movie, Ratatouille).

The possibilities are endless, I tell you, and Michael and I work HARD to keep a straight face when he says it. We know that this funny little phase will end like so many others, so we're soaking it in and laughing it up while we still can.