Okay, kids, the word of the day is "twitterpated." Any idea what it means?
According to the online Urban Dictionary, "twitterpated" is defined as:
(1) to be completely enamored with someone/something;
(2) the flighty exciting feeling you get when you think about/see the object of your affection;
(3) romantically excited (i.e., aroused);
(4) the ever increasing acceleration of heartbeat and body temperature as a result of being engulfed amidst the exhilaration and joy of being/having a romantic entity in someone's life.
Have you found yourself twitterpated lately? And why the heck did I even bring it up?!
Well, it's a funny thing. I was sitting in the living room after work today, chatting with the Wild Child about a guy she's been seeing off and on, and she used the word--correctly.
You see, the Wild Child wants to be an editor when she grows up. She moved back home to go back to college at the age of 26, and she's enrolled in two English classes this semester--which is a pretty heavy load of reading and writing. But what I find so interesting about the whole thing is that her love of the English language must be a DNA thing that she inherited from me.
If you're thinking it might be "nurture" rather than "nature," consider this: When my kids were little, I was working full time. I'd pick them up after work and come home and cook dinner. We'd eat and then I'd clean up. After that, it was time to get them bathed and ready for bed. Then get their things ready for the next day. By the time book-reading time came along, I was done. More than done. Comatose. Very rarely did we spend quality time together with books. So I just don't see "nurture" as the explanation. It's gotta be in the DNA.
All I can say is that it's a really sad thing that both my kids inherited their awful, horrible speller DNA from their dad. I guess I was just too twitterpated back then to realize the man couldn't spell.