I took my kids to a children’s Christmas party on Sunday afternoon. All the kids were called to sit on Santa’s lap, sing Jingle Bells, and eat candy canes.
But, the stress must really be getting to Mrs. Claus. Because after bending down and talking to all the boys and girls, she stood up, turned around, and asked, “Can someone please get me a Bloody Mary?”
I wasn’t feeling well last night, so my husband offered to get some take-out for dinner. He then asked our five year old son what he wanted to eat.
Our son replied, “Pasketti.”
Then he corrected himself and said, “No, no, not pasketti. Sasketti.”
And again, “No! Not sasketti. I want Spapetti.”
We were just sitting there, waiting for him to come up with the right word, when he walked over to my husband and said, “Dad, I want chicken”.
We had a guy here to fix our cable this afternoon. My son took one look at him and said, “You look like Santa!”
The unsuspecting man, who doesn’t know my
shockingly honest sweet child, replied, “Why? Is it because of my beard?”
My son answered, “No. It’s your big, round belly”.
My daughter was reading a book and asked, “Mom, what does the word er mean? This character says it all the time.”
I replied, “Well, it’s not really a word, but it’s used as a pause in conversation. Like, uh.”
“Oh. So should I replace all the er’s with uh’s?”
“No, they mean the same thing.”
“But, you said that er isn’t a word?”
“Neither is uh.”
Nothing like trying to explain the idiosyncrasies of the English language to your daughter, only to have her look at you like you’re speaking Greek.