Named in honour of a rare and holy parenting victory, synchronised day time napping between parents and babies/toddlers. This is the pinnacle of parental life
Parent A: I was so hungover.. I finally got the mini human down and then crashed out for the afternoon
Parent B: Synco de napo?! Man, that the pinnacle of life right there
The synchro-defecation theory holds that the defecation patterns of individuals who live together tend to become synchronized over time. The phenomenon is glaringly evident when said individuals share one bathroom.
Similar to the McClintock effect, the theory that the menstrual cycles of women who live together, such as in homes, prisons, convents, bordellos, dormitories, or barracks, tend to become synchronized over time.
Man: "I had to shit in the tub this morning 'cause my girl got to the toilet first. "
Friend: "Damn, that synchro-defecation cycle is a bitch, ain't it?"
Fogey/fogy /fougi/ sl. (early 18C+, orig. Scot) old-fashioned, stuck-in-the mud.
Person with old fashioned ideas which he is unwilling to change: Come to the disco and stop being such an old fogey!
You think me an old fogeyand an old tory, his thoughtful voice said. I saw three generations since O’Connel’s time. I remember the famine. Do you know that the orange lodges agitated for repeal of the union twenty years before O’Connel did or before the prelates of your communion denounced him as a demagogue? You fenians forget some things. (James Joyce, Ulysses. Penguin Books,1992. p. 38)