Thursday, October 13, 2011

LANGUAGE IS A CRACKED KETTLE

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The Pixie was listening to The Sound of Music as we drove home and coincidently saw a female deer at the same time.

“Mom!  I already knew a girl deer was a doe.  Doe- a deer, a female deer.  Ray- a drop of golden sun”

Then . . .

“Mom!  I know what Laudie’s middle name means!”

Laudie-da’s middle name?

“A drop of golden sun!”

Laudie-DAOoohhh, I think you must be confused with a different part of the song.

“Oh my gosh!  I really was confused,  Laudie’s middle name is RAY?  I never knew that.”

 

LATER…

 

“Mom, Evangeline is weird.”

Well that’s the pot calling the kettle black.

“What?  Our pot is grey.”

Well then that’s the pot calling the kettle grey.”

“I still don’t understand.”

OK.   You said, “Evangeline is weird.”  And that’s like the pot, who is grey, calling the kettle “grey'”.

"Well mom.  The kettle is red.  And Petal’s are pink.  And Evangeline is weird.”