Swazi. It was funny how this came about. During dinner on Tuesday night, the conversation came up about the countries in Africa. Kyle's social studies class had just finished a section on Africa in which they had to learn the names of all the countries. We started rattling off some of the more obscure names: Djibouti came up. As did Burkina Faso, Lesotho, and Burundi.
And then someone mentioned Swaziland. I don't remember much of what happened next because I was laughing too hard. And the strawberry daiquiri I had in me didn't help matters. I do know Q and the boys started throwing around phrases like:
"Get your little swazi in here!"
"This bathroom smells like swazi."
"Oh, swazi!!!!!"
"You've got some swazi on your face."
On Wednesday, during a trip to Target the boys were helping me load our purchases into the trunk. Lucas picked up the toilet paper and announced: "Look, Kyle! Mom bought some TP for your swazi!"
Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to work on this swazi for architectural history class.
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