So, big sis Mandy and I were shuttling Sophie and Madeline over to Grandma's house on New Year's Day, and the following conversation ensued.
Me: Wow! Look at all the snirt.
Madeline: What's snirt?
Mandy: Oh, it's something they said in Minnesota. It's that gross mixture of snow and dirt on the side of the road.
Sophie: (Thinking for a minute) What about snee?
Me: (Thick as a plank) What's snee?
Madeline: (Catching on immediately) Yellow snow! Snow and pee!
Sophie: (Definitely on a roll now) And snoop!
Madeline: Or snoo!
Sophie: (Triumphantly) And SNARF!
Somehow, I don't think this is what the Eskimos had in mind with their 100 different words for snow.
Me: Wow! Look at all the snirt.
Madeline: What's snirt?
Mandy: Oh, it's something they said in Minnesota. It's that gross mixture of snow and dirt on the side of the road.
Sophie: (Thinking for a minute) What about snee?
Me: (Thick as a plank) What's snee?
Madeline: (Catching on immediately) Yellow snow! Snow and pee!
Sophie: (Definitely on a roll now) And snoop!
Madeline: Or snoo!
Sophie: (Triumphantly) And SNARF!
Somehow, I don't think this is what the Eskimos had in mind with their 100 different words for snow.
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