Oh, those pesky, pesky pronouns.
I'm often reminded when talking to Bud just how difficult the English language is. This morning I was reminded that, when spoken, the word "your" sounds exactly like the word "you're," and confusion of the two can make the response to a question sound like a personal affront.
Bud woke for the day today at 3:30 a.m. - a phenomenon I haven't seen since late last fall. By the time we stumbled down to breakfast, I was bleary-eyed and foggy-brained, but Bud was full of energy and enthusiasm - and he was hungry. I staggered across the kitchen, took out some bread, popped it into the toaster and stood waiting for it to be done.
"What are you making, Mama?" Bud asked.
"Your toast," I answered.
"I'm not toast!" he shrieked with a giggle as he ran into the other room.
He's got me there. He's not toast.
But he's the best thing since sliced bread.
Wednesday, July 02, 2008
For want of an apostrophe
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...But he's the best thing since sliced bread.
How true.
I suspect he knew exactly what you meant. Buddy Boy (also 8 years old) loves to play with language like this.
Joe
and since Wonder Bread, too!
(though I prefer something a little more whole grain-y)
So cute. How did people describe the "best thing since" before there was sliced bread? Never mind. Take a nap.
When my kids say, "Mom, will you make me a sandwich?" my response is often, "Bang! You're a sandwich!"
How cute! I love that Bud is playing with language, too. Cool!
Loved the way you worked into this little story -and a great one it was too, seeing how he was comprehending and communicating that too.
Um, aren't you the one who likes to play with words? I recall a post...
Apple. Tree.
Uh huh.
Both of you divine.
So true, so true. How anyone ever learns to spell is a mystery.
Cheers
Mom,
I wanted to let you and your distinguished community of educated parents and advocates know about a situation in my fair city. I intend on publicly boycotting the chain of restaurants...a few letters or emails from folks with far more knowledge than my own might be helpful in educating all restaurants.
A shameless plug to my blog, only because I have put up all the mailing and contact information. Gah, ignorance makes me sick!
That's great! Our ultra-literal kids can be so much fun!
My four year old did something similiar. When I told him last year that we were going to Miami he looked at me and said "why are we going your ami?" I tried to explain it to him, but it just didn't work. I just took the smile.
*Smile* What a great moment.
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