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Word of the Day 11/22/14 Cootie

Cootie (noun)
cootie [koo-tee]

noun, Informal.
1. a louse, especially one affecting humans, as the body louse, head louse, or pubic louse.

Origin: 1910-15; perhaps < Malay kutu biting body louse, with final syllable conformed to -ie

Cootie (noun)
cootie [koo-tee]

noun, Scot.
1. a wooden container, especially a wooden bowl, for storing or serving food or drink.

Origin: 1775-85; variant of Scots cood, of uncertain origin

Now YOU come up with a sentence (or fic? or graphic?) that best illustrates the word.


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Nov. 22nd, 2014 03:52 pm (UTC)
I don't think I've ever heard 'cootie' used to refer to a literal louse - it's always been a more general sense of transferable yuckiness, with a strong implication of immaturity on the part of the person afraid of the transfer. "Girl cooties" being the most common example.

The word of the day definitions often throw me this way, actually. I don't know if I have a weird word usage pattern or if the 'primary' definition is chosen in some way other than modern frequency.
Nov. 22nd, 2014 08:37 pm (UTC)
Re: huh...
I know what you mean. Growing up we did literally take it as meaning someone was transporting bugs - at least I did. But it also kind of was an accusation of general grossness. Dang, kids can be mean!
Nov. 22nd, 2014 05:49 pm (UTC)
"Did that kid just accuse that other kid of having 'cooties?'" Danny pushed away from the passenger side door of his car, opening it and letting Grace in as he watched a throng of tweens walking away from the school building, haranguing each other. . "Do kids still do that?"

"Middle school kids do that," Grace pointed out, tossing her backpack to the far seat as she clambered in, "I can't wait for next fall. No more middle school. No more stupid, immature..."

"Danny has cooties," Steve said extra casually, shutting the driver's side door and reaching for the seat belt. "Did you know that? Your dad has cooties?"

He watched her in the rear view mirror, saw Grace toss her head back, laughing silently - like it was too funny not to, but she didn't want to be too disloyal to her Danno.

"He's rife with them," Steve fired up the car, looking in the mirrors before pulling away from the curb. "And you know, Danny cooties.... the worst...."

"You are not," Danny looked out his window, shaking his head. "I know you're not going there, belaboring this nonsense, right?"

"They itch and get under your skin. They bitch and moan all day and poke their index fingers into your chest when they're trying to make some pointless point with no...point."

"Is that giggling I'm hearing?" Danny reached back and got a hand on Grace's head, ruffling her hair. "Are you humoring this pathetic excuse for..."

"Hey, stop...don't. My hair!" Grace squealed.

"Oh, God, she's starting with the hair," Steve said, taking advantage of having to stop for the red light to watch them sparring, Grace slithering away in the back seat and Danny grinning, loving on her laughter.

"Yeah, well, Steve cooties are about a billion times worse," Danny sat forward again as the car pulled ahead, readjusting his own seat belt. "They're frigging oblivious and they think they're so damn cute. And if you get enough of them, they make you throw yourself off balconies and drive like an idiot."

"I'm never getting away from middle school," Grace observed. "Not really."

"Are you implying we are immature?"

"Maybe," Grace retrieved her backpack. "All I know is that if you two really do have cooties then you've gotten them all over each other. Which means now the rest of us are in danger of being infected with Steve/Danno cooties."

"Well," Steve said after a few seconds of nothing but road sounds and a 'did you hear that?' face from Danny. "Guess she shut us down, huh?"

"I guess so..."

Danny's voice was so full of 'and I guess we're going to need to have that conversation with her soon' that Steve's right hand automatically reached to touch him, hand briefly tracing over the edge of Danny's thigh and going back to the wheel.

"I saw that," Grace said, barely looking up from her iPad. "You guys need to get a room for you and your cooties."

"You are too young for that phrase, Grace Face," Danny tried to sound stern but then he made the mistake of looking at Steve and then they were both grinning, looking out their respective windows.

"No I'm not," she informed him. "I just said it, didn't I?"

"Oh, boy...." Danny breathed.

So much for 'just' picking Grace up from school.

Nov. 22nd, 2014 07:30 pm (UTC)
Haha, this made me grin so wide. Personally, I don't think many people would complain if they caught Steve/Danny cooties...just saying.

great lil fic x
Nov. 22nd, 2014 08:39 pm (UTC)
:). Glad it gave you a smile. And oh no....me either! They'd probably be pretty sought after. Ha.
Nov. 22nd, 2014 10:26 pm (UTC)
Steve/Danno cooties are terrible. They make you stay iiiiin bed all day with your tablet and read por- er, fanfic, when you should be cleaning or shopping... *shifty eyes*
Nov. 22nd, 2014 10:32 pm (UTC)
Lol.... exactly. I did have the brief thought that it got a little meta there.....ha.
Nov. 22nd, 2014 10:27 pm (UTC)
Nov. 22nd, 2014 10:33 pm (UTC)
:) Thank you.
Dec. 2nd, 2014 08:59 pm (UTC)

This is awesome!
Dec. 2nd, 2014 10:54 pm (UTC)
:)Thank you! I wish they all wrote themselves as fast as this one did!
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