After being reprimanded by Pop-Pop, I whispered to my older brother, Garrett, ‘what are nitwits’? (“What are nitwits?”) Since that moment in June 2007 at age seven, nitwits has been my favorite word. Initially, I would smile and often giggle when hearing ‘nitwits’ just because the word sounded silly to me. While still my favorite word at age seventeen, nitwits now conjures up a feeling of warmth, comfort, and love for it brings me back to a screen porch where I can vividly recall the crisp Spring (spring) air and the wonderful aroma of the Bolognese sauce emanating from my grandparents’ kitchen. At roughly 500 PM (5:00 p.m.) on that Saturday in June, Garrett and I were visiting Pop-Pop and Nanny and quite typically were playing as Nanny prepared
