“You are a scooch!”, I exclaimed teasingly to Kevin.
“What am I?,” Kevin answered back.
“You heard me. You are a scooch!”, I repeated.
“No I heard you, but that isn’t even a word,” he retorted a bit confused.
“It is too and I have heard it a million times over the years,” I said so sure of myself.
This conversation took place sometime back in mid 2003, when we were first dating. Kevin was teasing me about something (for the life of me I don’t even remember what, because he does this a lot, so I lost track a long time ago all the times), but do remember how clearly he had never heard this word and was sure I made it up. So sure that, he was willing to defend that notion.
Funny thing is that I had heard that word a million times growing up and never thought twice about it.
The word itself is supposed to mean quietly simply “a pain in the good old fashioned ass!” But it is less crude or vulgar to say and trust me growing up, I was a real scooch to my parents. My mom was also a stay at home mom and I think I truly gave her a run for her money right from the get go in this department. I was a colicky baby, a whiny child and rebellious teenager putting it mildly. So, I was called this on many occasion over the years. Probably too many and I lost count long ago.
So on that fateful day, when I was indeed teasing Kevin, I never thought twice if the word was real or made up. It had to be real, because plain as the nose on my face my mother said it all the time. My mother wouldn’t lie to me, would she?
I will say this, I googled it and found it online. It would seem that “scooch” is short for the Italian word “Scocciatore”, which means “pain in the neck” or even quite possibly “scocciare”, which also means “to bother/to bug”. So, I was not making it up, but because I am of Italian heritage and Kevin is 100% Irish, it stands to reason that he never heard this word before me. So, leave it to me to bring a bit of colorful language into his life. He can never say life with me is dull, I suppose.
Well, ten years later, Kevin has heard this word countless times from me me when quite simply he is being a real pain in the ass. And for a guy who never heard this in his own house growing up as I said earlier, he now has heard his own mother, sisters, niece and now even our girls use it in reference to him. So, it is true the word exists and would seem Kevin’s picture should be added next to it in the urban dictionary, according to our family. Wouldn’t you agree!!
Sorry, I couldn’t resist. I love Kevin to death, but this is truly a Kevin inspired post as he would say!!
Linking up again today with The Happy Wife’s Club and this is just another classic example of why I do love my husband for the fact that we can share in these types of inside jokes after all this time.
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