Please Don't Bless You on the New Couch and an Experiment
Recently, I saw a Facebook post where a mother stated that she just could not bring herself to correct her daughter who kept talking about "ValentiMe's Day". She just thought it was so cute. It reminded me of all the adorable ways my boys have mispronounced words over the years and how I really loved it so much, I rarely corrected them.
For years and years, (perhaps still this year - just kidding, I think) Kyle called animals, AMiNals. And it just made me burst with glee every time he said it, so I would never, ever correct him.
In preschool, Joe made an art book of masterpieces he had painted with all different kinds of utensils: sponges, his hands, and halves of oranges and apples. When I asked him about one of them he said, he had used a lunatic. After studying it for awhile, I asked if perhaps, he meant a q-tip? Yes, of course, same thing, Mom.
Very recently, Drew was reading on our new sofa. I might have threatened my children within an inch of their lives about doing their very, very, very best to keep the new sofa as clean as possible so that I won't do the superfreak and later fall into deep guilt over my obsession with a piece of furniture. Anyway, Drew was reading and then he sneezed - a giant, loud sneeze - and then he yelled out,
"Mommy, can you please bring me a Kleenex! I just bless-youed all over the new couch."
Y'all. That child is eight years old now. He surely knows what a sneeze is. But also, that child is a smart little booger. (no pun intended) Somehow I wonder if he knew that my heart would melt when he said that and the superfreak would be avoided for yet another day.
Here, my people, is my favorite one of late. I got this text from my sister a few months ago.
Is that the best or what? My sister said she just glanced back at that sweet boy in the rearview mirror and gave him a few seconds. Can you just picture it? After he said it, his little face kinda scrunched up and he kinda looked up at the ceiling just searching his little mind, thinking so hard, "constipated? am I right on that one? hmmmm . . .yea, constipated. that's the word, uh-huh."
I know you, mommies out there have a ton of these. So this is where you can help a gal out with a little experiment.
Two things have come to my attention lately. One is that apparently there is something in the blogosphere called a "blogiversary". My blogiversary was March 8th and I should have written something to commemorate it because I really am ever so grateful to those of you who read, comment on, email about and/or share this here mess of words I write each week. But, I didn't write anything yet about that, probably because each time I post something I think that maybe that's it and all the words have run out. Also, my husband usually buys me a Big Gulp of Diet Coke for our anniversary and I get him some peanuts or if it's one of those important ones, I go all out with the Fancy Cashews. So, I kinda stink at anniversaries.
In any case, in honor of the blogiversary, I am trying to figure out the problem with the comments section of this blog. Many of you comment on Facebook, since that is the only place where I have promoted this blog so far, which is fine. Some of you don't comment at all, which is also fine. I've been reading a number of blogs for years and I rarely comment. Anyway, according to Sister, to comment on this blog, you have to fill in codes and write in email addresses and basically promise to sell your child on Craigslist or something before it will let you comment. I think I fixed that, so here's the test today.
If you have a funny kid story that relates to how adorably mixed-up they can get about the English language, then how about you share it in the comment box here on the blog and let me know how it goes? Or if you don't have a funny story then you can just say, "Hi". In any case, give us your best price for your kid. I'm sure he or she is really cute and totally worth it.
Thanks, friends. Happy day to you.