Somewhere, somehow--I have yet to get a straight answer on this one--Jonah heard the expression "open a can of whup a**". Except he didn't really have any idea what he was saying. He didn't really know how to pronounce it either.
j: I'm going to open a can of roopah!
N: What? Did you just say "can of ..."?
j: Roopah! I'm going to open a can of roopah!
N: ....
j: Mom, what's roopah?
N: Roopah?
j: Roo. Pah. B.
N: Rhubarb? It's a vegetable that thinks it's a fruit.
j: !!!!
One day he was my sweet blue-eyed, blond-haired son, generous with the hugs and kisses, the next he was threatening everyone and everything in sight with a can of strange, vaguely toxic foodstuff.
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