We've got those word magnets on our fridge. We have at least the basic starter kit and the Shakespeare expansion pack and maybe another. We've had them for nearly as long as we've had kids, or maybe even longer? We go through phases as a family where we'll be more active and then through dormant periods, and even some dark times where the fridge has been free of "besmirch" and "verily" for a few months, until the kids find them and dig them out again. We've gotten some great sentences and phrases over the years and more than a few that made no sense but amused the heck out of the younger contingent.
So I'm opening the fridge today and I knock one onto the floor. The Golden Weasel says, without looking up from the kitchen table where she's been drawing, "what word was that?"
"Um..." I say, bending down and picking it up. "To. Tee Oh."
"Mm," she murmurs, nodding, still not looking up. "That's what I thought. It sounded like that."
Actually, most literally, laughed out loud when I read this. X^D
Posted by: maria | Thursday, April 09, 2015 at 09:09 AM
The Golden Weasel has a keen sense of hearing.
Posted by: Karen Edmisten | Saturday, April 11, 2015 at 03:48 PM