Yesterday on the way home from school, Sarah told me how "frustrating" one of her teachers was. I probed a little and she said it was because the teacher was always using "dreadfully large" words. Dreadfully large? Like what I asked. Like "procrastination and progress". Uh-huh. I couldn't help but laugh out loud.
Just a few minutes ago, I was getting breakfast for her. John had to make a late night run to Safeway and came home with toaster strudel. Remember, I'm the health food nut and sugar sheriff, so stuff like that only makes it into dad's shopping cart.
Anyway, I burned the tip of my finger fishing Sarah's pastry out of the toaster. I yelped, and she was compassionate. She reminded me that she burned her finger on the toaster once...and it was "heroic". I use words like "ouch" and my 10-year-old uses words like "heroic".
Clearly, she doesn't get her vocabulary from her mother.