The newest verb in our house is “Schmoofer.” As in:
“Jasper is schmoofering away somewhere.”
“Jasper schmoofered himself upstairs.”
Sometimes it can be a noun. As in:
“Where’s the Schmoofer?”
“Look at that silly Schmoofer!”
The term has a long, odd history. It started out initially as “Goofy McGooferson,” a nickname for Jasper, which was inspired by the term “Fringy McFringerson,” which was a name Rachel Maddow used to describe someone on the kooky outer limits of a political ideology.
The word evolved quickly. We’ve only had Jasper a little over a year. “Goofy McGooferson” eventually mutated into “Schmoofy McSchmooferson,” which eventually lost the “Schmoofy Mc” and became the solitary “Schmooferson,” again eventually losing the “on” and turning into
“Schmoofers” and then finally becoming a verb: Schmoofer. To schmoof. What is schmoofing? It’s whatever Jasper does. The act of being Jasper is schmoofering.