Monday, October 22, 2007

Royalty Checks Are Always Welcome

My oldest son Lucas would like everyone and especially the thieving masses out on the IntarWebs to know that he invented this term:

Poop in a hat!

Our little eighth grader is currently riding a wave of linguistic creativity. His mother is so proud as you can imagine. If you are going to take up the cause and begin to use the phrase, he would like you to know a couple things.

It is primarily an exclamation, used to convey both surprise and disappointment. viz.:

”Poop in a hat! I accidentally flossed the cat again.”

There are variations on the “poop in a hat” theme. Someone who is loathsome and not worthy of your attention might be a hat pooper. As in:

“Why did you delete all my saved episodes of ‘Three’s Company’ you big hat pooper?! You know I love that one where they have the big misunderstanding with Mr. Roper!”

And it’s quite a versatile turn of phrase since you can easily change it to an adjective clause:

“Hey! Get your hat poopin’ face back over here and stop bleeding all over the furniture!”

Should you use the phrase poop in a hat or any of its derivative works in a sentence, please send nickel to him, care of me at Ransom Note Typography World HQ. We’ll make sure it gets put in the “college fund” (AKA, the “daddy needs a big ol’ flat screen that does 1080p fund”.)

1. I’ll pay 5 cents to prevent anyone from teaching this phrase to my 13-year-old. I see a use for it in every sentence that comes out of his mouth, and I’m cringing already.

   Posted by Lillian  on  10/22/07  at  08:53 AM

2. Lillian

   Don’t panic! Given the state of junior high these days, it could be something much worse.

   Plus, poop in a hat is just too awesome a phrase NOT to be picked up by everyone on the planet. :-]

   Posted by Jon  on  10/22/07  at  09:19 AM

3. Maybe someday I’ll blog about our family term ‘dogsock.’

   Posted by Novembrance  on  10/22/07  at  02:02 PM

4. I’m priced out of the poop in a hat market. I’d owe you guys a nickel every time I say it AND I owe niece a quarter every time I’m a potty mouth and believe me she’d hear it every time I said it.  The kid’s got radar for collecting quarters. 

   I think nieces were invented to rob you of your pocket change.

   Posted by michael  on  10/24/07  at  06:29 PM

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