The end of their week was spent at my Dad's house in northern Wisconsin. They fished, they rode around the yard on ATVs, and probably best of all, spent time with two of their uncles. When we picked them up on Wednesday night, my brother Jeff got quiet and then looked at us sheepishly.
"Uh, guys...I sorta taught them something bad. On accident."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, I thought it would be funny to teach them to say 'gnarly, dude!' but um, they, uh, I guess they didn't hear gnarly dude." He paused. "Hey, Nick! Show Mom and Dad that thing I taught you."
Nick smiled wide, and making the 'hang ten' sign with his fingers, shouted, "GNARLY BOOBS!!!"