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Ferocious Boogie

After several protracted nose blowing sessions, Jack looked up and said exasperatedly, “Daddy, I had a horribly ferocious boogie.” I know, I know. Disgusting. But honestly, the first thing that popped into my head was what an awesome name this would be for a punk band.

Who’s playing at CBGB tonight?

Ferocious Boogie.

Excellent! I hear they really rock your face off!

O.k. — I just re-read this, and I should probably get some sleep before I attempt another post. Night!

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  1. Bells says

    the thing I take from this is his amazing vocab for his age!

  2. jodi says

    It’s true, Bells. It was great that he could actually express what he wanted at a very early age, but the downside is that he is NEVER quiet. What’s this? Why that? How come? Mommy, can I ask you something? is the soundtrack to every day. But one day, I’m sure we’ll hit the phase where he refuses to speak to me, then I’ll really miss these days. Until then, I’ll just take a lot of headache medicine. 😉

  3. Josie says

    “Horribly ferocious?” Is he watching Charlie & Lola? Because I love that show.

  4. jodi says

    That DOES sound way more Brit than Southern, doesn’t it? I think you’ve got something there, Josie!

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