I Do Not Think That Word Means What You Think It Means

"Moooooooommmmmmm!" Jonah called from the office.  "How do you spell 'duh?'"

"Duh?  Like, duhhh?"

"No, DUH.  Like, 'I forgot DUH coffee.'"

"What?  You mean dumb?  Like, 'Oh no, I forgot the coffee, how dumb?'"

[Exasperated] "No, DUH.  Like, 'I forgot DUH crayons.'"

I just don't get it.  "I'm sorry Jonah, but I don't know what you mean.  Duh, I forgot the crayons?"

Jonah: "NOOO!!! Like the special word duh you say with forgot!  Like 'I forgot duh something!'"

Apparently, he thinks the past tense of "to forget" is "forgot duh."  Followed by the object.  Nate and I had a good laugh at his expense.  This is what happens when a guy still can't quite pronounce "th."

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Another Jonah gem: In thinking about parakeets today, Jonah became very sad when he realized that his pal Kate's beloved parakeet Joey grew old and died without ever getting to get married and have baby parakeets.  "Well," I tried to explain, "Joey lived with a family of people who loved him, so he didn't want to have any baby parakeets."

"Well," Jonah asked, "if parakeets live with people, then when do they ever get married and have babies?  When do they do the special parakeet dance?  Where do baby parakeets come from?"

Parakeet dance?

I explained that while parakeets live in the wild, there might not be enough food and stuff for ALL the world's parakeets in the wild, so some of the babies grow up to come live with nice people instead of other parakeets.

"Oh, I see," said Jonah, clearly relieved.  "The baby parakeets get born, and then they have a niiiice time at the pet store, and then they go live with their families."

Yes, I believe that's exactly how it works.

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Nate had a dramatic realization today.  We've been reading some hilarious young Nate and Jonah stories in our new blog book, one of which the guys have insisted on hearing over and over (it involves 2 year old Jonah sadly telling me that someone took away a train at school and then gleefully revealing that the train-taker was actually him).  With each dramatic retelling, the guys were laughing harder and harder, until Nate abruptly stopped laughing and commented, "You know, it gets less funny every time you tell it."

It goes both ways, dear.

 

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[Bubbe]

It's a good thing you write this all down so you won't every forget these precious stories. :-)