when sister #4 was a senior in high school, she had a foreign exchange student named Enrico come to stay with my family for a few weeks. since seating space is limited in a family of 10 (there was only ten of us then), you counted yourself lucky if you got an actual chair/couch space. mostly you’d be pulling up a piece of the rug.

Enrico, didn’t understand the concept of quack. as in quack, quack, i get my seat back. when it comes to household policy in our house, quack holds about 39 million times more weight than calling something. if you called quack, you always, always, always got your seat back. and if the seat usurper refused to move, you could totally sit on them and be obnoxious until you got your seat back. best of all, you could be obnoxious and not get yelled at, usually everyone was too busy yelling at the usuper for not honoring the quack.

well, enrico totally didn’t get this, and when he was around if you moved to go to the bathroom or something, he’d totally take your chair and then not budge when you came back into the room. and he did this every single time someone moved. he did not care who it was. he’d even take my dad’s chair. and that was a crime usually punishable by death.

thus whenever someone steals your spot it has become known in the familial lexicon as ‘enricoing’ a spot.

so there. the long story. the mascot enricoed liam’s toy the minute the poor kid was pulled out for a diaper change.