Last weekend we’re walking to our baseball game across the Sinsheimer parking lot; we’re on the Dodgers. Apparently James can’t find it in himself to cheer, “Go Dodgers!” Fortunately, I don’t suffer from this affliction…
In any case, I think I float the idea of the boys going to a week of “Cousin Camp” in Santa Cruz this summer. I’m thinking maybe day camp or if they’re really brave, overnight camp at Kennolyn. Nate’s all about it. “Is it like Camp Kikiwaka?!”
“Yes, it’s totally like Camp Kikiwaka.”
“Then sure.”
Jake asks, “Do they have WiFi?”
“Mmmm, it’s really about doing other cool things like the ropes course and swimming and riding horses.”
“Nah. Then I’ll go when pigs fly.”
And Nate says, “But that will never happen. Pigs will never fly. It’s just not possible.”
And so his older brother who is so learned and worldly explains this idiom that has eluded Nate for eight full years.
Today Nate uses this same expression and claims, “It’s my new favorite catch-phrase.”
Snort.