So last weekend, when we were at the ER dealing with Matthew’s encounter with a very hard bench, the nurse was quite smitten with nine-month-old Luke.Â Â She kept smiling at him, and asked permission to rifle his gravity-defying hair.Â She also called him a “corker.”
I smiled at that.Â Hey, I haven’t heard that word in a long time!Â I love it!Â I must start using it more often!
And then I realized that I’m not entirely sure what, exactly, a corker is.Â And –Â as one of my favorite high school English teachers used to say –Â if you can’t define the word, you don’t really know it.
So I looked it up.Â Guess what? It means “someone or something that is astonishing or excellent.”
I know I’m Lukey’sÂ mom, and therefore somewhat biased, but you know what?
That nurse was absolutely right.