Punkenese

My two punks think that every time Dad and I speak we have to be talking to them. Nosy Punk #1 is especially into every ones business. He even gets in trouble at school for listening to the teacher too much. Nosy Punk #2 has his days, all in your business one day, the next he could care less. Dad and I's response to this nosiness is speaking in Punkenese. Codes they can't understand. The spelling went out the window a long time ago, when the Punks learned to read. Dangit. Anyway, we speak in code sort of half spelling, half sentences, half grunts, half nods, half smiles, and half everything, they just don't get it. Ha! That shows those punks.

Of course they go off and decipher it all day, then come back and say were you talking about such and such and half the time they are right. Geez.