Katie-isms
Sep. 13th, 2006 10:44For some time now Katie has had a pretty good grasp on the alphabet and what words start with what letters, and it's one of her favorite games: she writes a letter on a piece of paper and asks Michelle or me what words starts with that letter. She pretends to be the teacher and says things like "Hmmm...that's very good, Daddy," while tapping the eraser end of the pencil against her chin.
She was with my in my shop as I was making a shirt. I stood at the ironing station pressing the collar/shoulder area, and she began quizzing me.
"Okay, Daddy, what starts with A?"
"Alabaster."
"What?"
"It's a kind of rock. Like marble."
"Oh. What starts with F?"
"Frog."
"Good! That's two points for Daddy." She thinks. "What starts with R?"
For some reason, my mind blanked. "R?"
She waits. I'm thinking. Nothing is coming to mind. She looks at what I'm doing, and it dawns on her.
"I know!" she says, pointing in my direction.
"What is it?"
She smiles big. "R-ning board. Where you do your R-ning."
That's what you get for having half your ancestors from Tennessee.
She was with my in my shop as I was making a shirt. I stood at the ironing station pressing the collar/shoulder area, and she began quizzing me.
"Okay, Daddy, what starts with A?"
"Alabaster."
"What?"
"It's a kind of rock. Like marble."
"Oh. What starts with F?"
"Frog."
"Good! That's two points for Daddy." She thinks. "What starts with R?"
For some reason, my mind blanked. "R?"
She waits. I'm thinking. Nothing is coming to mind. She looks at what I'm doing, and it dawns on her.
"I know!" she says, pointing in my direction.
"What is it?"
She smiles big. "R-ning board. Where you do your R-ning."
That's what you get for having half your ancestors from Tennessee.