Maybe two weeks ago, around bath time. Nate danced out of his room wearing only his socks, and said, “Daddy! Let’s get funky!”<\/p>\n
When I howled with laughter, he looked worried. He came over to me and whispered in my ear: “Actually, I’m not sure I want to get funky. What does funky look like?”<\/p>\n
Another night, another bathtime. I said, “Tubby time, please. Pazhaloosta!<\/em> It means please.”<\/p>\n He looked at me and said, “Lossa-possum. That means no thank you.”<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Funkenstein Maybe two weeks ago, around bath time. Nate danced out of his room wearing only his socks, and said, “Daddy! Let’s get funky!” When I howled with laughter, he looked worried. He came over to me and whispered in my ear: “Actually, I’m not sure I want to get funky. What does funky look … Continue reading In other words<\/span>