My husband was about to leave for a visit to my brother-in-law’s family while I was to stay behind because of some earlier appointment.

HIM: Shery (my sister-in-law) is going to cook koosa! Do you want koosa?

ME: Yes.

HIM: (Teasing in a sing-song voice) I’m going to eat koosa!

ME: Bring home some for me, ok.

HIM: I don’t know if there’ll be anything left.

ME: But you’re the only visitor.

HIM: I’m going to eat them all!

Ok fine.

There’ll be a giant muscular koosa coming home later tonight.

To my brother-in-law, if you’re reading this, please save koosa for me. Hahaha.