I appreciate idiosyncrasies. They’re the little things that make each of us unique. One of my many idiosyncrasies? Geez louise. I say it all the time. Come on, it’s better than something foul, right?
M’s picked it up, cutely enough. “Geez oo-weese,” he says. To which I found myself correcting the other day, with patient insanity: “It’s ‘Loo-weese. Geez Loo-weese.’” Which I think makes me just a little too idiosyncratic.