Recently my brother and his family visited from North Carolina. My niece Abby is a 4-1/2-year-old sponge, so I thought it would be fun to teach her a new word.
When she ran at me and jumped up for an airplane ride (I was sitting and she wanted me to lay back so she could ride on my feet) and we toppled over, I told her it was a “debacle.”
“De belt, it needs-a de buckle,” Cris chimed in, channeling Gianni Versace.
“What’s a debuckle?” Abby asked.
“A mess,” her mom and I told her.
“Debuckle. Debuckle. Debuckle.”
My brother added: “My sister gets ahold of my daughter and pretty soon I won’t know what she’s talkng about!”
Later, Abby tried to dive onto my mom’s patio swing and flipped right off. She jumped up, saying “I’m OK, I’m OK.”
And we dubbed it The Big Swing Debuckle.