My husband tells me my vocabulary is not quite up to snuff. He is an attorney, avid reader, and gets excited about new words (all of which I will never understand). The other day we were talking about what to do to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, because in our house, now that there's a little one, we will celebrate every little holiday, ever. Steve and I had an interesting exchange in the middle of this. Here's how the conversation went:
Steve: We are very fastidious (pronounced fest-tid-ee-us) people.
Alli: I know.
S: Do you even know what that word means?
A: ...yep.
S: What?
A: *very boldly* Festive
S: *bursts out in laughter* Noooooo! Not even close.
You know what? I will gladly challenge him to a 10-key match. Any day.
On Xavier's first Cinco de Mayo, we celebrated by drinking sangria, munching on tacos, and dressing Xavier in silly mustache faces!
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