A little Bunkerism

I went out for dinner with some girlfriends from church last night. This morning, I asked my Olivia what she and my other kids did with their dad while I was away.

"Daddy yelled at Brandon."
"Really? What for?" (Brandon is 2)
"Well, you know how smart that little guy is. He took one of your mouse pads and figured out how to use it as a frisbee. Mom, he was frizzin' it all through the house, and wouldn't stop when dad asked him to."

Frizzin'?
Apparently, that's what it's called Olivia's little world of Bunkerisms.

Toni