We're staying at a church right now (more about that later) and he was playing foozball, which is a big hit since we have a foozball table at the Land. For some reason or other, he put a toy duck on the table and started playing with it instead of the ball. As soon as one of the little soccer player guys kicked the pseudo-ball with his lumpy plastic feet, Kid A slapped his forehead and said,
"Oh my GOSH! I totally foozed the duck."
That, I'm pretty sure, is slang in the making.