Sunday, June 27, 2010

Lost in Pronunciation


Did you ever have an experience where you know what you wanted to say, but you just couldn't find the right words? Well, something like that just happened to my six year old.

To say this week has been busy so far is an understatement. We're currently trying to redo the kids bedrooms. This has been no easy task since it's the same bedrooms they sleep and play in. Aside from hanging caution tape across the threshold, I've had little luck at, shall we say, recycle their toys. Kids have a hard time parting with everything.

I was sitting in Potter's room with him trying to help him clean when he comes out with the following statement: "Scooter's room is such a whore." He said.

I froze. My head immediately began to spin with thoughts of "What have I done?" "Where did this child learn to speak like that?" Then suddenly I broke into laughter.

Potter was unsure whether to run or hide since only a moment before he witnessed my head about to explode.

"I think the word you're looking for is horror, Potter. You're brother's room is a horror, not a whore."

I didn't bother going into the definition of either word. The look on my face told him everything he needed to know.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Funny!

I often say to my kids, "oh, the horror" when they are complaining. In response, my husband has said, "don't call your daughter that." Luckily, it went over the kids' heads.

Lesley said...

omg...that is too funny! I love hearing the things that come out of the mouth of babes.....Happy SITS day!

Melissa B. said...

Been there, done that. My 6-year-old once called her little sister a "lesbian." Where to they get this stuff? SITS sent me by, and I'm glad they did!

Moon Over Miami

Sorta Southern Single Mom said...

Stopping by from SITS!

I have to say, with my kids being 6 and 7, I love it when they make little slips like this, because now that they're older, they say pretty much everything correctly--That one was a doozy, though!

When it comes to recycling toys my kids and I have a deal. If there is something I want to get rid of, but they aren't sure, it goes in the attic. If they ask for it, they can have it back and if not, after a set period of time, it's either consigned or donated. Once in the attic, they usually forget about it!