So my insane, lunatic children have some words that are just their own. Case in point:
Now none of my kids can confirm the spelling of the word, but even the 2-year-old knows what it means.
Bouf, verb. To sucker punch your brother in the bottom. Alternate meaning: to smash your brother in the bottom using only your own bottom. Extra points for knocking your brother onto the floor and making him cry.
No joke, they’ve done this for about a year. And it has gotten to the point where I have outlawed it. But of course, you know what that means.
“When you outlaw boufing, only outlaws…”
What am I saying — that would imply that my kids listen to me. All it means is that I am now using this ridiculous made up word as part of my day to day vocabulary. Yes, that is as sad as it sounds. But believe me, it was all made worthwhile today when 2-year-old Chip ran up to me crying:
“Mommy, Robbie boufed me!”
How the hell am I supposed to not laugh at that?