Yesterday morning, when Rosie woke up, the first thing she started talking about was the weekend. The parties we went to, the parade we watched, the fun at the fair, the watermelon we ate, and the colorful fireworks. Although, she didn't manage to stay up for said fireworks.
She then proceeded to tell us that cluckily, the Fourth happens every summer.
She was combining, clearly and luckily into a new word. I like that word.
Cluckily, when I stopped in at a vintage store recently, they had some little jadeite flowerpots from Ms. Martha Stewart's former Martha by Mail catalog.
Oh yes, clearly I was lucky... cluckily.
Try using it on your family, and see if they notice. Mary Kate was the only one of mine, who astutely asked 'what on earth does cluckily mean?'