I’m raising a future wordsmith. Emme likes to toss around big honkin’ words. It doesn’t matter if they are pronounced correctly, or used in the right connotation.
Connotation. That one ought to net me a dollar fifty.
The other day she and her sister were bickering. As sisters who are close in age, have nothing in common, and delight in torturing their mother are wont to do. They snipped at one another until finally Cailey said something that hit below the belt.
Something to the effect of, “JUST BECAUSE YOU’RE OLDER DOESN’T MEAN THAT YOU KNOW EVERYTHING.” And then she added for emphasis, “MISSY.”
Emme retorted with, “Well. That was just INSULTING.”
Cailey looked her square in the face, “Why do you always have to use big words?”
(In Cailey’s world, you add an “ing” to the root word and you’ve got yourself a three dollar word.”
Emme put her hands on her hips, “Because BIGGER IS BETTER.”
Showed her. Cailey skulked off to her room.
Wait till Emme finds the booger Cailey left for her on her pillow.
Bigger is better.
(And what was I doing during this exchange? I was doing what any good mother would do. Writing it all down, my friends, writing it all down.)