Sunday, March 6, 2011


1) Sometimes, I don't understand what the children are saying:

In car, Winton pointing at his sister's flowered pink leggings: "Hey, Mum, Cashews!"
Clara's response: "Let's rubberize!"

2) Sometimes they are just a little off what they mean to say:

Winton, looking at a picture of an owl in the Baltimore Zoogram magazine: "Hey, Mum, a Towel!"

3) Sometimes I don't correct other people's misunderstadings:

The babysitter last night, on being given a crayon sketch roughly depicting Clara and flowers (actually requested of and drawn by her father over breakfast): "Oh, Clara!  What a lovely drawing you did.  Can I really have it?"

No comments:

Post a Comment