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It means everything and nothing. All the kids are saying it. And Dictionary.com just named it the word of the year. Why can’t we stop talking about “six seven”? Two of The New Yorker’s resident dads are on the case. Plus:

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Ian Crouch

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“Up high, down low, in heaven, six seven!” That’s the gag that my kids paused over their breakfasts this morning to get me to do with them—twice. (Just as funny the second time, right?) If y

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