I wrinkle my nose in confusion. “The what?”
“You know--the fumpdinks. Right next to the red joikoops.”
I suddenly get it. “Ah,” I reply, grabbing the mashed potatoes next to the cranberry sauce. “But why the weird words?”
“One who schloops using her computer each day needs no zubjees that make sense.” She grins.
A light bulb goes off. “Have you been reading ‘Jabberwocky’ for school or something?”
“Maybe.” Her Mona Lisa smile tells me all I need to know. “A writer has to be inspired.”
“Well, you’ve still totally confuzzled me.”