"Callipygian" means "having beautiful buttocks."

I learned that today. And I think that in some strange way, the word was responsible for a very wrong answer I supplied while playing Cranium with Jeff, his mom, and his Aunt Tricia. Tricia and I had one of the charades-type questions, and she was doing the acting. After we established that "love" was part of the correct answer, she began to point at her back pockets and bend her knees.

"Butt love!" I shouted.

It's a good thing Jeff's parents aren't Robert DeNiro and Blythe Danner, because that kind of answer isn't exactly Circle of Trust material.

Tricia and I, by the way, are a Cranium tour de force. Seriously. We're unstoppable, but only when we're on the same team. She can put a relatively shapeless lump of clay on the board, and I'll understand that it's a radio. I can act out entire lullabies in a desperate attempt to get her to say "rock a-bye, baby," and she'll figure out that there's a treetop, boughs are breaking, and cradles are falling. She can draw three lines and a few dots, and I'll get that the word is "sweat." If we can figure out a way to make a living from it, we're going national.