Today my triplets learned a new phrase:
“In a jiffy”.
Our jiffy tale started when my little girl asked me what a jiffy is. She was delighted with my answer. She is either blessed or bitten by an efficient, perfectionist streak. She proceeded to spend the whole day describing how she planned to do everything “in a jiffy”.
I love when kids discover a new word they love so much, they feel the need to repeat it over, and over, again. That is, once it isn’t a swear word. I am sure we will have some new discoveries, in the not so distant future, that will require Mommy censoring.
“Jiffy” really is a brilliant word. It is one of those words that seem to sing and dance on a page, tripping off the tongue with ease. Don’t mind me! There are certain words that just catch my imagination, and I say them over and over again in my mind.
I think my little girl likes words too. “Jiffy” was the “in-word” in our house today. You know the old saying – “like mother, like daughter.”
But when I sat down to write this post I came to realize how popular a word “jiffy” is, here in America. It’s everywhere. There’s Jiffy baking mix, Jiffy peanut butter, Jiffy yarn, Jiffy Lube oil changing, and Jiffy taxis in many cities. I could go on and on.
I found myself folding clothes a little faster today, as my jiffy coach stood by urging me onwards with her jiffiness (don’t think that is actually a word).
I washed the dishes quickly. I swept the floor at a faster pace today. In fact the whole day went by in a jiffy.
I might just pop out to the grocery store and pick up a box of Jiffy baking mix and let my daughter, the new Jiffy Queen, test it out. Corn bread and corn muffins are something my Irish palate has not yet grown accustomed to. Even if this American delicacy does not appeal to Mom and Dad, I know I should introduce my American kids to the grittiness and down home goodness of cornbread.
Adopting the word “jiffy” and doing things more efficiently are probably key steps I must take towards my Americanization.
So in keeping with the theme of the day, I am wrapping up this little post, “in a jiffy”.
Slán agus beannacht,
(Goodbye and blessings)
Irish American Mom