After a while, you develop your own dialect. At the Tower of Babel languages divided families from each other. In our case, our dialect, in a strange way, unifies us.
Famine--The tendency of all 13 boxes of tissues around the house to run empty at approximately the same time.
Binge--Mom's current fad of cooking cuisine. That is, all Mexican food for a month, sushi every week for six months, fondue twice a week for the summer.
Concoction--Attempting to hide vegetables or fruit in a smoothie drink or muffin mix. Concoctions' rate of success is 50%.
"Probably watered down"--The polite thing to say when something tastes awful.
"That's the dumbest idea I've ever heard"--"That's what I just said," or "That was my idea first."
"It's probably a tumeh (tumor)." -- "It's hypochondria."
The Abyss--The roaming location that swallows things like putty knives, nail clippers, thermometers, and other essentials.
Mt. Everest--The ridiculously high, didn't-we-have-a-warranty? middle of our king size bed that is at least 8 inches higher in elevation than the sides of the bed.
