This week Eleanor and Jeffrey are participating in an all-day theater camp. William is feeling their absence.
“I really miss them,” he told me this afternoon. “I miss my Chuthers.”
“Yeah,” he explained. “Like when you say we love each Chuther?”
Ah. Yes, I do tend to slur the phrase “each other” that way.
“Well, I love my Chuthers a lot.”
Me too, Wimmy. I’m totally going to refer to the people I love as my Chuthers from now on.