I made pancakes for breakfast today and Reid announced that she wanted to make hers into a sandwich. Thanks to Aunt Karin’s influence, this sort of thing is acceptable as long as no syrup is involved. Blame it on her and San Diego. My response was, “Fill your boots.” Reid asked, surprised, “What the heck?” While Ken tried not to laugh out loud, I explained to Reid that I meant that she should go ahead, like she had boots and she should use them. It’s an army thing I picked up when I worked for National Defence.
I was a bit surprised by Reid’s comment – for at least an hour – until I heard myself use the same expression when speaking with Grandma Joyce. It could’ve been worse. Ken has taught me some bad words over the years.