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The Slice: Coming across a bit frosty

Here’s how a beloved family phrase was born.

“My wife Teresa cares for one or two foster babies each year,” wrote Geoff Forshag. “They have always been a part of our boys’ lives growing up and just part of the family.

“One day when he was about 4, our middle son Alec was asked by a waitress if a particular baby was his little sister.”

Alec replied, “No, she is one of our frosty babies.”

Hell of a theory: “I have been in City Hall many times and have never paid attention to the color of the elevators’ directional lights until today,” wrote David Bowman last week. “I had to wonder if there isn’t some religious symbolism in the fact that ‘Up’ is white and ‘Down’ is red.”

He noted that you have to go down to see the City Council. Enough said.

Tasteful fruit-themed double- entendre here: Slice reader Gene Moore thinks KHQ’s Stephanie Vigil looks just like the latest Sun-Maid Raisins model. “Could they be related?” he wonders.

Of course, it should be noted that the raisins girl is an illustration and not a real person. (Tasteful wisecrack about the realness of news anchors here.)

Oh no, we’re not done with family phrases: About 30 years ago, the young son of Christine Gamble’s nephew praised her home’s “Christmas desecrations.”

That child’s malapropism has been recycled ever since.

And Dagni Harkema’s family has been calling fruit cocktail “fruit cottontail” ever since her 3-year-old son, with a probable assist from Beatrix Potter, said that some 23 years ago.

The urge to edit: The way Tara Leininger sees it, all the Whos down in Who ville really ought to be vegetarians and not scarfing down roast beast.

Today’s Slice question: What’s your first-day-of-winter resolution?

Write The Slice at P.O. Box 2160, Spokane, WA 99210; call (509) 459-5470; fax (509) 459-5098; e-mail pault@spokesman.com. Every year, a friend invites me to join him in that New Year’s Day dash into the lake in Coeur d’Alene. Every year, I laugh into the phone.

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