If you've read the
Wiest-ette vocab list, you will know that the term "bagiant" translates, in Jane-speak, to "vagina." The highest and best use of this word requires (a) that it always be shouted and (b) that the shouting be done in a very public setting. While the grocery store has historically been the preferred venue, Jane is not one to be hemmed in by convention. She frequently comes up with other, equally suitable, public places in which to chatter about her private parts. The latest, as reported by our supernanny, Lindsay: a packed subway car on the Orange Line.
Jane (loudly): "Lindsay, you have bagiant?"
Lindsay (whispering, and making weak distraction attempt): "Yes, Janie. Let's sing "Ba Ba Black Sheep!""
Jane: "You like it? Your bagiant goes pee pee?"
Lindsay: "Jane, let's sing a song!"
Jane (screaming): "My bagiant has princesses on it. I SHOW YOU?"
Wow. I'm her mother and I didn't even know
that.
