Spending a weekend camping with 32 girls is illuminating in all sorts of ways. For me, the biggest lesson was linguistic. I learned a new word.
Ew.
Well, the word wasn't entirely new to me, but I learned it previously in a completely different dialect. The word I knew, and very occasionally used, was more like eee-eww, each of the two syllables distinctly enunciated, with stress on each, spoken with plenty of inflection and appropriately exaggerated facial expressions.
The new word I learned may be in the same family, and is also used to express a level of disgust. However, it has a completely different ring to it. Or no ring. No inflection. No expression. Maybe the slightest sneering curl of the upper lip, only enough to get the word out of the mouth.
Ew.
A junebug fell in the fire.
Ew.
And now it's sizzling.
Ew.
There is a dead junebug in the toilet.
Ew.
Wait, you've got a spider on you.
Ew.
This mattress has maggots.
Ew.
Would you like a breakfast sausage?
Ew.
Who belched?
Ew.
The perfect, brief, compact way to let the world know your sensibilities have been offended.
I have to go now. I have so much to do. After just two days of camping, my daughter and I have brought back five loads of laundry.
Ew.








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