My Oldest "Goof - Ball"

When my niece, Olivia, visited this summer, she called Kyle a goof-ball. Big mistake. Any of you who know Kyle, know that you don't call him anything questionable, you don't even call him cute! The reaction she got from her cousin was heard clear upstairs by Joey and I...."I am NOT A GOOF BALL!"
I wonder where three year old Olivia possibly learned such a word. This is one of those words that my Mom always used. When your parents say something, you just assume that it's normal english language until you grow up and meet people who upon hearing such a word will question "what exactly is a Goof Ball??"
Well, Joey told Olivia she could only refer to Grandma Jackie and Aunt Melanie as a Goof Ball. Nice. I think we all have our moments of fitting the definition but as I looked at the last two blog posts, I decided that I couldn't leave Jordan out of the fun. She is definitely a fun girl and one of the biggest GOOF BALLS I know.

This picture was taken last Friday night at the mall. Jordan went with two of her friends and they each picked out an outfit for the other to try on, then took pictures of each other in the silly clothes. I call that definite goofy behavior!