M is for Mumbo-jumbo

: confusing and meaningless

“Mom, why do ghosts wear clothes?” asked Gomez sleepily during his nightly tuck in. His mother paused and thought for a moment. “Your father was always the mumbo-jumbo expert,” she said with a soft smile, “you can ask him in the morning.” Gomez yawned and closed his eyes as his mother faded into the darkness. He missed her so much.