Those of you who know Larkin know that she can Talk. When I'm having a conversation and can't think of the right word, or just don't know what it might be, I pause. I consider. Sometimes I ask whoever I'm speaking with. Perhaps I find a different way to express what I mean. Larkin, however, has the endearing and often amusing tendency to make a plausible word up with no pause whatsoever to interrupt her flow of chatter.
Pointing excitedly at a car with its top down on our way across a parking lot: "Look! A convertebrate!" (Too many nature documentaries? Perhaps...)
Trying to puzzle out what the whole Thanksgiving thing is about: "So a dinner supposedly happened that celebrated how helpful the Native Americans had been to the Europeeners when they came to this continent?"
A bit hyper in the evening: "I'm not ready for bed yet... I'm too energastic!"
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