My high school friends will tell you that English was my best and easiest subject. Since I went to school in the days BEFORE papers had to be typed, I was notorious for sitting at the lunch table and whipping out a paper that was due the next period. And usually, I would get an A on it. It infuriated my friends to no end...but I've always been a lover of words. (And a despiser of typographical errors...I actually had to sit on a Christmas Eve program from the chapel service in Germany because it was so typo laden and took my focus from the service itself!!)
And so, I see that I am passing this love, just simply by talking, to my children. One of my all time favorite words is discombobulated...and so today, my son, after getting dressed by himself, asks me: "Mommy, am I all combobulated now?" I didn't know whether to laugh, cry or smile with pride.
And later on this afternoon: "Andrew, what are you going to say to Grandmommy and Pop-Pop on Sunday?" "Happy Easter Indeed!" (From Sunday School: "He is Risen. He is Risen Indeed." )
Son, you crack me up. On the lousiest of days, you can bring a smile to my face. Now, could you teach your sister to say more than Mommy, uh-oh, and Ooo-ooo???
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