I have two children: one is Gen Z and the other is Gen Alpha. This means my house is filled with all kinds of slang that I don’t understand at all. Thankfully, I have been spared the “ballerina cappucina” talk (my condolences if you haven’t). But there’s a whole lot of other slang spoken around here. Current favorites seem to be “six seven.” I frequently have to ask my children what the heck they are saying, because it basically sounds like gobbledygook to me.
