Arthelism

Tassi's maternal grandmother, Arthel Bingham, passed before I could meet her. However, I have heard plenty of stories that speak to her goodness. And also what is affectionately referred to as "Arthelism". These are sayings and/or actions that make one roll their eyes.

It seems hereditary as Tassi's mother and identical twin seem to have committed a significant number of Arthelisms of their generation. For instance, on New Year's Eve Tassi, sisters, and their mother went to the Phoenix Zoo for a party. The radio described it as a "hot chocolate toast". After the hot chocolate was distributed to the attending guests of the party, Tassi's mother approached a volunteer asking when they would be serving toast. You know, the kind you put jam on.

That's an Arthelism.

Tassi has had some share of this inherited behavior. Thus, I have years ahead to enjoy this silliness. To be fair, I was warned while we were dating. But I was NOT warned that that Arthelisms may be passed by marriage.

As Tassi had our baby Dallin this week, I drove to and from the hospital many times. The first half of the route to the hospital is the same route to Brooklyn's school.

Today, I set out to spend lunch with Brooklyn at school, overshot the school, and found myself walking towards the maternity entrance at the hospital parking lot with lunch in hand.

That's a major Arthelism.