I'm sure it comes as no surprise to you that Bud is one cool dude. Lately he's been adopting a cool attitude with me, complete with cool 'tween language - rendered, of course, in his own inimitable Bud-speak.
The other day I was ranting at him about something that I clearly thought was important and he clearly thought was not. "Bud," I blathered, "You have to stop blah blah blah, or else it will blah, blah, blah, and then we'll have to blah, blah, blah...." You know how it goes.
Bud's face was the picture of pre-teen ennui, and he placated me in that condescending tone that kids reserve exclusively for their parents: "Kill ouch, Mom."
I knew instantly what he was trying to say, and I seized upon the teachable moment: "Bud, you mean 'chill out.' People say 'chill out' when they want other people to relax and stop making a big deal of something. So you wanted to say 'chill out' to me, and not..."
"Mom," Bud interrupted.
"What?" I asked.