|Not my kid. But face was the same.|
*somewhere = shopping for Mommy.
After about the third or fourth awesome, the thesaurus installed in my brain clicked into overdrive. "You know," I suggested, "Maybe it's not just awesome, but it's sensational."
He said nothing, but his face in the rear view mirror had him looking like he'd smelled one his baby brother's diaper bombs.
After a moment, he resumed his regular "awesome" programming.
"Oooh!" I interrupted. "It's radical!"
"Stop it, Mommy," he said.
"OMG! It's top notch! Really quite amazing!"
"This is excellent!"
"Amazing. Fabuloso. Tremendous!"
"Stop it, Mommy!"
I giggled and he fumed and I let all those synonyms sit with him as we passed the next few miles down the freeway in silence.
And then from the backseat, "Oh wow. This is awesome!"
You might think at this point that I would laugh indulgently and give in and let him have his awesomes, but you'd be thinking wrong. In fact you probably don't think that, because you are a writer too, so you understand that not only did I not give in, but I repeated the litany of very thoughtfully suggested alternatives to the pedestrian "awesome."
Because that's how we roll.