He knows the word well.
Especially when there’s thick, wet, heavy snow on the ground. The kind that mushes and packs together so well and so quickly.
I love to yell it and duck, because I know that Hank will always back me up, snowball in hand, ready to huck that sucker at Holden’s head.
We’re just making him practice a Heisman move, that’s all.
Instead, he goes all “army guy” on us.
And then throws a little “Elf” in.
Gosh I love him.