Bobbins
I love the word bobbins. As in
When exactly was it that schools became completely bobbins at telling whether a child has a broken leg or just a flea bite?
The show might have been bobbins, but you’ll never forget the end credits.
It’s a sweet word, and — perhaps also because Google doesn’t yet know its definition — it’s a particularly human word. It’s a shame I so rarely have an opportunity to use it in a sentence.
