Nephewisms

My nephew, Trent, is a born and bred ranch boy.  He's always up to something and his slow down button is broken (or nonexistant).  If he can be up and doing something, he's up and doing it ninety miles an hour.  If there's a fresh cow patty (the juicer and greener the better), he's stomping and dancing in it.  Everything he does is done with gusto.  He loves life and is a joy to watch discover the freedom of ranch life.
He occasionally comes up with sayings or does bizarre things that we've dubbed nephewisms.  Here are a few:
After standing around the corner and seeing him stick a pop tart up his shirt into his armpit, "Why are you sticking a pop tart up your shirt?"
His reply to was to grin and bound off.  You never know what he's up to....

Me: "What's your hungary level?"
Him: "Marven!"
Apparently I've asked a few times too many if he's a starven' marven.

After cooking a stuffed shells for supper, I was incredibly irritated with him for not even trying a bite.  He ate everything else on the plate but wouldn't touch the shell.  He was finally told he had to try two bites.  He started crocodile tears and repeating over and over, "it's gonna taste like soap".   Soap?!?! Seriously, where does this kid come up with stuff.  To my knowledge he's never even tasted soap to know what it tastes like (and why would I serve something that tasted like soap).

"COWABUNGA!!!!!"  This is his favorite thing to yell midair above anyone he can beat out of bed in the morning.  My husband is a very good sport about Trent's enthusiasm for this morning attack.  In fact, he'll even return to bed to pretend to be asleep (although curled up to protect vital organs and sensitive areas) so Trent can get in his morning thrill.

If you ever need a good laugh, let me know, and I'll get you the latest nephewism!