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I enjoyed an enlightening dinner with my daughter last night. I learned that there is a new phrase for fun that teens are using.

“Turn up,” she said.

“T-u-r-n-u-p  or  t-u-r-n-i-p?” I asked.

“It isn’t something you eat,” she said. “Turn up. Really, turnip?”

Then, in a nod to Merriam-Webster, she used it in a sentence for me. Honestly, it didn’t make sense to me so I don’t remember the proper usage for this term.

“If you’re really having fun, people say turnt.”

“Huh,” I said. “How you do you think they got turnt out of turn up? Turned up? Turn it up? Turn upped?”

“I don’t know,” she said. “I think it is annoying. I don’t say it.”

The conversation moved on. I told her I wanted to work on my fiction this summer. I have an orphaned novel under a pen name on Amazon that I am finally going to admit is mine. And there is a another novel draft waiting for revision that has been floating in the cloud for years.

“You know what you need to do to be successful?” she said.

“What?”

“Write a trilogy. Everyone loves trilogies. You’ll make a lot of money.”

A trilogy.

Turnt.