This is not Steve Irwin.

Heard behind me today while I waited in line number five at my son’s high school registration,

“Did you hear that Crocodile Dundee died?”

“Oh really? I loved him in those movies.”

“Yeah, a fish bit him in the heart.”

“Oh my God I am never going near the ocean again.”

“I know.”

Okay first, my Mom is Australian and was born and raised there. I have traveled to that wonderful country several times. In Australia, they tend to call shrimp prawns, not shrimp. And I’ve never seen anyone throw one on the barbie, or anywhere, for that matter. Except into a glass with cocktail sauce.

Also, I’ve never heard the word Crikey except by the human Barney, and I was glad when my kids stopped watching him. Not that I wished the man dead.

As far as Aussie slang goes I prefer Dunny, Drongo, Dinky die, Tinny, Thunderbox, Reg Grundies or Reginalds and Ta.

Other than the two Aussie men confusion, today was relatively uneventful except seeing my psychiatrist who asked me if Nate had ever been abused by a babysitter or a family member because he seems so angry. I wanted to say, “Of course he’s angry, he’s 14. Angry at the world is his job.”