This is my cousin Steven. Steven is in grade 10, about twice my height and about three times as skinny. Steven likes to do what all good farm boys like to do: play hockey, eat everything in sight and frequent cattle auctions.
But we're not here to talk Steven. We're here to talk about Steven's belt buckle.
"Oh, really?" I teased, "So what are you trying to say about yourself? What does Bodacious even mean?"
"Bodacious was a world famous rodeo bull," my uncles told me. One of my aunties chimed in, "Nobody was ever able to ride him. He gave several riders life-threatening injuries." Oh. Obviously. Why didn't I know that?
Despite my shameful lack of rodeo related knowledge, I didn't miss a beat. "So nobody was able to ride him, huh? So what are you trying to say about yourself again, Steven?"
"That's funny, you know, because I've heard your Dad use the word bodacious before," she said. "And I can assure you--he wasn't referring to a rodeo bull!"