If you’re drinking something and it spills or dribbles out of your mouth by accident.
We say “first day with the new lips?”
This is a great thread! Having a bunch of these is all part of being a family, like we have this special language. As a child, my parents got a kick out of a passage from “Catcher in the Rye” where Holden says that a kid was “as sensitive as a toilet seat.” We used it all the time to refer to certain folks, and I passed it on down to my kids.
Our family has so many (lots of movie quotes as well) but here’s one that’s a little embarrassing:
I was driving DS and DD home one night from an event. It was late and raining heavily and I missed my turn and wound up ridiculously lost. I got frustrated and cursed," Oh, great, now we’re in “Nut@#$% Village!” My kids wanted to laugh but tried to keep straight faces.
It’s been 15 years, but every place you get lost in, and every faraway place is Nut@#$% Village.
Is that near Bat$&/; Crazytown?
Ah yes, and was it a “shortcut” or “longcut” that got us lost? We have definitely gotten lost in some unlikely places.
@privatebanker They are in the same county.
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Once I a little was careless while shaving my face and nicked the corner of my nose, causing a little bleeding. DW asked what happened, and I told her something to the effect of “just nicked the nose”.
Now she’ll occasionally call me by my mafiosa name, “Nick the nose”.
Our family is crazy for a large list of movie and TV lines.
One for my husband and I is “just like Brown county.” When we moved to Indiana to go to grad school anyone who met us and learned that we were from New England would seem to tell us how much we needed to visit Brown county for the foliage, drives, itchy tourist village, etc. with the claim that it was just like New England. No offense to anyone from Brown county, but after that anytime we were in beautiful New England scenery we would say, “just like Brown county!”
DH and I were visiting Boston for a few days, and then heading up to New Hampshire for some leaf peeping. A Boston cab driver we were chatting with assured us that we would have a great time in NH since they have “that whole maple syrup thing going on”.
After arriving in New Hampshire we developed a new appreciation for that comment when we discovered that the tourist areas were saturated (almost literally - lol) with maple syrup and related products. Now whenever we notice an over abundance of a type of souvenir when we travel, we call it “the maple syrup of [wherever we are].”
On a recent trip, cashmere scarves were the maple syrup of Edinburgh, trolls were the maple syrup of Norway, and chocolate was the maple syrup of Belgium.
@LVKris, this has nothing to do with this thread, but I have to share. We were in Gatlinberg, Tennessee and were looking to have pancakes. We stopped at a restaurant, and I asked if their pancakes were served with real maple syrup. The lady said “it must be real, they make it in the kitchen.” We moved on to the next place. That place didn’t have real maple syrup, and the raspberries they brought me were some kind of compote, and certainly not fresh.
This reminds me of when we were in France and wanted crepes for dessert. We asked the restaurant if the crepes were fresh and they indignantly said, of course. We ordered it and they ran across the street with a bowl covered by a napkin to get the crepe (at another restaurant).
Sorry, couldn’t resist. Back to the thread.
D1 is now 27. When she was about 6 she heard the Pina Cola song. About two days later she was coloring and singing “if you like pink enchiladas”. So now, it’s a bit of a silly joke about wanting pink enchiladas when we go to a Mexican restaurant.
I’m a student but I can’t help but reply because my family have too many of these to count. Here are a few of the movie references that come to mind:
“We are moving! We are moving!”—Trading Places (every time a train or bus or plane that has been sitting, starts to move)
“They’re digging in the wrong place!”—Raiders of the Lost Ark (my bf and I when we notice someone doing something stupid with a great deal of confidence)
“Autowash…”—The Fifth Element (when something happens with an electronic that you don’t expect, or when you are unexpectedly splashed with water)
“A toast! To toast, I love toast”—The Producers (1968)
Many years ago a friend who was a second wife was bemoaning the fact that her husband’s first wife had ruined their Sunday by calling to demand that he “get over there and put up the Christmas tree.” Now whenever we have to face doing something we really don’t want to do, but that someone else is demanding, we say that we have to go put up the Christmas tree.
One time I was cleaning out the back of my SUV when I discovered a handwritten list made by my sweet, easygoing middle child that assigned unfavorable epithets to the other 4 family members. I can’t remember what she called me, but she called her father a “Starbuck Donkey”. Apparently that was her rendition of stubborn donkey. For years if dad misbehaved, we pointed out to him that he was being a Starbuck Donkey.
Years ago our family sometimes ate ramen noodles. It was always the same brand, Sapporo Ichiban. To this day, if one of us would like their back scratched, they’ll turn and say/ask: Sapporo itchy back?
Ok we call rotisserie chicken “Nick chick.” As in, “I picked up a Nick chick to make that chicken casserole.” Because my son, who was maybe four or five came back for seconds or thirds and asked, “is there nicotine in that chicken?” Horrified we said, “of course not, why would you think there was nicotine in the chicken?” And he said. “because it is so addictive.” And in our house it’s been nick chick ever since.
About ten years ago, right around St. Patrick’s Day, we had lunch out with both sets of grandparents after one kid’s Confirmation. We had a big meal at an Italian restaurant, much more food than we’d usually eat at that time of day; so when the waitress asked if we’d like dessert, everyone said no, thank you.
While we’re waiting for the check, my mother reaches under the table into her giant Mary Poppins-type handbag and pulls out a tin of homemade Irish potatoes (for those who aren’t familiar, it’s a creamy cinnamon candy, not actually a vegetable) to pass around the table. I was appalled, saying, "Mom, you can’t bring outside food in here! Plus, we just said we were too full for dessert!’ She was totally unperturbed, saying, “I’m sure they won’t mind. It’s not like they serve Irish potatoes in an Italian restaurant.”
So now when we’re out to eat and the server asks if anyone wants to order dessert, one of us is bound to say, “No, but I sure wish we had some Irish potatoes.”
Years ago, I was riding in the car with my parents and siblings, all three kids in back, parents in front. As we headed down the Long Island Expressway, my Dad spotted an older Rolls Royce, newly restored and painted in different shades of very bright green. He said to my mother, “Well, there’s a real white elephant!” at which point my 14 year old sister sat straight up in her seat and yelled, “Where?!? Where?!? WHERE’S THE WHITE ELEPHANT?!?!” only to be mortified at her mistake while the rest of us howled with laughter. Ever since, “White Elephant moment” has been used in our family to describe those moments when you have a total brain lapse or jumped to a conclusion you might not have reached had you stopped to think for five seconds. Happens to all of us only hers was the first and best.
And from my immediate family - When S and D were 4 and 2, like most kids they loved pizza. We had a couple of favorite places we would go to or order from but one day while grocery shopping, I decided to try making my own using one of those Boboli crusts. I brought it home, added sauce and toppings and popped it in the oven. Right afterwards, S wandered into the kitchen and when I told him we would be having pizza for dinner, he excitedly ran off to tell D and H. About 10 minutes later, I give the 5 minute dinner-is-almost-ready warning when S comes in asking about the pizza at the same time H walks in with a crying D who had been trying her best to open the front door. I proudly pull my homemade pizza out of the oven to show my family, only to have D cry harder and S glare at me and say, THAT’S NOT PIZZA! The man has to bring it to the door!". Well, nothing like having your own kid call you out on the amount of take out you’ve been eating… Ever since, we have used a version of S’s comment to describe food that is not quite up to par. “Yeah, the chicken was okay but the man didn’t bring it to the door so…”.
I’ve read through this entire thread today and @redslp I think you win with your “eating the baby Jesus” post. I spent 10 minutes cleaning the coffee off of my keyboard because I laughed so hard. Worth it…
This is my new favorite thread on CC. I find it endearing to see how similar we all are with the family inside jokes.
And “eating baby Jesus” still has me in stitches.
One of ours: when the kids were little and I had to take them shopping with me, they would ask to see anything that looked cool- toys, candy, etc. I told them that some days were for buying and some days were for looking. All through his younger years, S would lament, shaking his head sadly, “This is just a lookin’ day,” every time we entered a store. The kids (in their 20s) will still call shopping trips “a lookin’ day”.