Jacked Up in the City

So I was Google Talking with my brother ("Unka Ern") the other day about the likelihood of us moving to Ohio in the foreseeable future (not calculable at the moment). I told him that we're open to anything that comes our way but that I'd also be happy to stay right where we are until the kid's a toddler. To this he replied, "Well, if you stay in the Hoboken area, the kid can say 'I was jacked up in The City'...that's better than 'I was raised on the mean streets of Cleveland Heights.'"

A double-whammy: classic Papou followed by a quintessential dadism.

Then I got an email from my dad after he read the blog for the first time. His email-- and I can say with certainty that it would have been almost exactly the same even had he not just read the "Two Thing Day" posting-- was riddled with some of the best! I can't believe I forgot these zingers:

"stinker"
"fine combed tooth"
"youthenisms"
"foldo" (as in, "I'm hungry. I'm gonna go make a foldo.")
"halfies" (as in, "I just made a foldo. Wanna go halfies?")
"charged up" (as in, "you're gonna get charged up, you're gonna pile it up, and they're gonna capture you!"

Holy smokes. This kid doesn't stand a chance.