H, “you are a bomber.”

At least that is what you called me this morning.

It’s a term that you have started using more frequently the last few weeks.

I am not sure exactly what it means.

But you typically call us, or others, this when we do something you don’t like.

Not mad so much as playfully disagreeing.

From context clues, I think it translates approximately as “Jerk,” said with a smile.

But that is just a guess.

I will ask you tonight and report back here on the precise definition.

A bomber is:

“A person that forgets things.”

Ha, I love it.

Stop growing up so fast.

Please?

I love you.

-Dad