Smile? More like laugh out loud.
After enjoying a completely satisfying and delicious Thanksgiving meal, everyone was sitting around, um, "digesting." The adults, that is. The children, on the other hand, were playing like there was no tomorrow. Holy cow, I wish we could bottle up their energy.
At any rate, one of the granddaughters, age 6, asked me if she could show me a "move." I gladly replied, "Of course."
She then executed a perfect somersault. I praised her and commented on what a great somersault she'd just performed. She then sweetly informed me that they aren't called somersaults. That's what they were called in the "old times."
They're now called "flips."
Guess I'd better break out my powdered wig and hoop skirt!