This is Really Awesome

Have you heard that song, "Thrift Shop"?

"Only got twenty dollars in my pocket
I - I - I'm hunting, looking for a come-up
This is freaking awesome"

Well, some versions use the naughty word but my kids listen to the "clean" version which says freakin.

So...

Last Saturday was the daddy marathon.

Poor guy slept a whopping 2 hours Friday night because he had the joy of tending to the non-tax paying homeless all night long, who were drunk and wanted a free ride to clog up our emergency rooms (but that's a different soap box so I'll stop now).

Anyway, the day's events included: Carl's basketball game at 10 that Mark got to coach, Elsa's dad's day at pre-school (Dad's Snow Great!), Sarina had two basketball games that Mark got to coach, then escort Sarina to the father-daughter dance.

But the humorous highlight of the day, which has brought us all many inappropriate giggles, comes from the mouth of our babe...

Elsa must have been riding cloud 9 after a fun Dad's Day program.

In the car on the way home she informed Mark that Dad's Day had been,

"funkin awesome."

Lyric mix up courtesy of "Thrift Shop."

To make matters even better- at dinner the next night Mark asked Elsa to tell me how Dad's Day had been- trying to get her to say "funkin awesome" again.  When it did come out the kids all thought she said the big F word.

Charlie even announced, "That's the F word!"

To which Elsa stood on her chair, elated, shouting, "I know the F word!" with the biggest smile on her face.  With so much pride and excitement.

Now there's been a lot of things in our house that have been "funkin awesome".

But we have to mouth it to each other to keep it from becoming an epidemic in our house of little comedians.

Yup, our lives are "funkin awesome."