We were at a church retreat this weekend at Vandercamp on the north side of lake Oneida. Close to Syracuse, but far enough away to call an escape. Lake, woods, mountain bike trails, blue sky, rustic lodges - it was nice.
I was standing with Al and asked him how his new vocabulary was coming. Huh? Yea, words like "fiance", "marriage", etc. He laughed. He was getting married this summer, but he was still struggling with the words - too new. There was a 12 year old kid standing with us, he turned and looked at Al and said, "why don't you just call it a taco? Like, you can say you're getting taco'ed or she's my taco. You're okay with the word taco, right?" Al pondered a moment at this very sound bit of advice, "yea, I guess that's easier!"
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