Here’s the conversation Teddy and I had yesterday while he ate his lunch:
“Mommy, is opposite a compound word?” (He’s spent a lot of time listening to his older brother as he works on his homework.)
“No, sweetie, it isn’t.”
“Is Notre Dame a compound word?
“No.”
“Is Sacre Coeur a compound word?”
“No.”
“Is Sainte Chapelle a compound word?”
“Well, no, it isn’t.”
“Is Please Touch Museum a compound word?”
“No.”
“Is airplane a compound word?”
“Yes, that one is just one word.”
“Oh.”
And as if satisfied by finding a word that is, he was back to eating his grilled cheese sandwich in contented silence.
And I swear to you all, I have not been reading aloud to him from my blog!
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Hilarious.
I have one too… yesterday as we were getting ready to leave a local store, I turned to D and asked “where do you want to go next?” (thinking she’d answer “lunch” or “playground”
instead, she answered “Barcelona”
when I told her we’d have to go in an airplane and couldn’t get there in my car, she looked even more delighted with the idea.
In my household the conversation at dinner went something like this.
Me: “Where should we go next?”
Daughter: “Hawaii Hawaii! I want to go to Hawaii!”
Husband? “why Hawaii?”
Daughter (7): “It is beutiful, has volcanos, it has beaches, can we go to Hawaii?”
Son (4): “I want to go to Pooptown. That’s where everybody poops.”
LOL to both of you, especially the Pooptown comment! Sounds just like something Teddy would say, only he’d say “Toottown.” Toot is his word for passing gas.
Fabulous!
My conversation yesterday (as the #43) bus passed us on the street:
son (12): That reminds me of the ‘incident’ on the #43.
me (knowing we’ve never taken that bus): what incident?
son: In Venice. The #43 vaporetto. You messed up and we ended up going around the whole island. That incident.
Travel with kids: tall tales, long memories, such fun.
Mara, this is a delightful exchange. As a teacher, I can say with confidence that you’ve got one intelligent three-year old there… and one who has caught his mom’s love of travel!