As many of the people who know me well will confirm, I can be a bit of a shit sometimes.
There is no one who knows this better than my dear, sweet, beloved husband.
Sylvain hates it when I put my feet anywhere near him, and so last night, in bed, having decided that I was feeling slightly facetious, I snuck my feet over to his side of the bed and put them on his legs.
He jumped, "stop it!"
"But what? whyyyyy?" I replied, all innocent-like.
"They're scrappy," he grumbles.
"Scrappy?" I am perplexed. "What does this mean?"
"Just..." he pauses to think, then replies. "Scrappy."
I ponder the situation in silence for a few minutes. In my world, it's one thing to make up words - goodness knows I do enough of that myself in English - but another thing altogether to refuse to give a definition.
"What does it mean?" I pipe up again.
"Just that," he sighs. "SCRAPPY."
"You can't just make up a word like that and not explain it," I grumble.
"You do it all the time," he defends himself.
"Only in English. Not in French," I insist.
"Nuh-uh," I can hear him grinning in the dark. "What about wriggler?"
I think back, to my declaration a few hours earlier that bouger was too general and that gigoter felt too violent for a wriggle, so wriggler was to become part of my French vocabulary from now on.
"Oh..." I concede. "But at least I had a definition for it. Will you explain to me what scrappy means? please?"
"SCRAPPY!" he says, definitively.
I lie quietly for a few minutes. Symphony has tired of my feet-related antics and has long left the warmth of the bed. I can hear her eating crunch in the kitchen.
"So, is it like scratchy?" I ask. "Are my feet scratchy?"
"No," he mumbles.
"How about crappy?" I wonder.
"No," he mumbles louder. "SCRAPPY."
I fall silent for another few minutes, processing the information.
"Just my feet?" I ask, in a small voice. I know my feet are small, but scrappy?
He snorts, and I think I've woken him up. "No, just feet. All feet." He murmurs in the dark. "All feet are scrappy. I love you, even with your scrappy feet."
I feel better, and fall asleep.
Scrappy feet and all.