Noah longs to be the boss of everything. He's decided to be the boss of spelling, as he learns to read and write...
Noah: Look Mommy, I wrote vache all by myself!
Me: [looking at his paper, and seeing: AFAOCH] Oh... hm. Where's the V?
Noah: I didn't start with a V. I decided to start with an F.
Me: Uh. Why?
Noah: Because then we'd say VVVache.
Me: We don't say vache?
Noah: No. FFFFFvache.
1 comment:
At such a tender age, he's already learned the essence of both English and French: spelling is completely arbitrary.
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