“May I eat my snack in the ‘liver-ing’ room?” “Will you read to me in the ‘liver-ing’ room?” “Let’s play Legos in the ‘liver-ing’ room!”
Lovey obviously means the living room and she’s been saying that for nearly a year now. I am entirely uncertain as to where it came from. I just cannot help but giggle at this silly word.
To me, a “liver-ing” room conjures odd images of a place of unpleasant things. A place, perhaps, where unfortunate children in drab, gray frocks are force-fed an unsavory meal of liver and onions as a cruel form of punishment.
“Your room isn’t tidy? You didn’t eat your peas? You colored on the wall again? To the ‘liver-ing’ room!” (Sly grin. Evil laugh.)
Maybe we should call it the “Family Room” instead.
Or perhaps I just need another cup of coffee while watching the sunrise through the picture window in the “Liver-ing” room.
Love & Coffee.