Kilts, Khaki and Kazaam!

A few months ago, someone sent me one of those word challenges. Fill in this list with words that start with K. No problem, right?

But then the task became more perplexing.

First, a four-letter word. I chose kite.

Some of my favorite movie memories are from Mary Poppins and I can certainly remember the last scene of the movie when the family — now functioning in more unison — fun off to fly kites in the park while she is left to wipe a tear and fly away on her umbrella. I think I cried.

A vehicle. At the moment, I chose Kawasaki. Technically, that is an ATV. In later consideration, I might choose Kia. Kawasaki has little meaning for me. I prefer Suzuki in the ATV world, at the advice of my puddle jumper riding partner.

For a city, I chose Keyser. That is a city with its own distinct smell (from the pulp or paper factory). For me, it is a place where I have spent countless hours listening to lectures as I pursue my doctorate degree.

As an occupation, kickboxer. My dad was a Chuck Norris fan, and I still watch “Walker, Texas Ranger” reruns.

Something you wear: kilt. Hey, it’s all I could think of. Picture it ¬— Jeff and Mike waltzing the countryside of Scotland with bagpipes in their kilts.

Food: kale or ketchup. Yes, ketchup should be a food because this condiment is eaten more than kale ever will be. I remember the smell of that leafy green vegetable when my mother would fix it and never seemed to enticing to my olfactory senses.

In a bathroom, I have a knob for a door. I probably have a few knick knacks in there as well. However, the knob is much more important.

Something you shout: “Kazaam!” That would probably be my response to my kilt-wearing friends.

Animal: kangaroo. A cartoon movie that my boys love to watch is “Kangaroo Jack.” They especially love the part where Jack the kangaroo is fighting in the heavy weight competition and a rapping lyrical piece keeps resonating throughout it “I’m goin’ knock you out ... momma said knock you out.” They love to shout it to one another and pretend to box.

A reason for being late: knocked out. Wait, me late? Doesn’t even make sense!

Body part: knee. For some reason, it took me several minutes of thought and a mental body tour to actually remember something that starts with a “k.”

For a color, khaki.

Word to describe yourself: I started with “keynote” and then laughed at my choice. Sure, we all aspire to that point and my life certainly does seem like a story worth telling at times, but probably not to that engaging or motivating of a situation. Instead, I’ll choose “keen,” at least I strive for it. I also like “kempt” because I prefer my house remain that way. Of course, my boys are six and four — doesn’t always happen!