English

I love the way kids describe things. The way they leave out crucial details like when the Mischievite was telling his brother about the trip from SD to here. (Albowin went with his dad in the Uhaul).

The Mischievite said:

"We stopped on the way, in Denver, and then we got into the water."

Ah, yes... the water stop. Can't travel long distances without the ritualistic getting in the water.

Never mind the rest of the hotel, who cares about beds and movies and free breakfasts. All that matters is the water.

The Mischievite is also fixated on turning 4. Every time we meet someone new he says "I turned four." He leaves out that crucial bit of information.... in February.... and makes everyone think it just happened.

That's my life right now. A whole lot of mis-communications and bad English, but at least it's a bunch of adorable, bright eyed munchkins and not adults.

In South Dakota there was this lady at the eye doctor who had terrible English. It drove me insane. We'd be looking through all the different options for frames and she'd say "Ooh, them are a nice pair." or "Try them ones on." or "I like them green ones."

I swear, I nearly corrected her. How is it that you can live an entire life and not catch how bad that makes you look?!

Is that judgmental of me?

I'm sure I have fairly common English habits, that when it comes to refined, upper class speech I probably fall somewhere far down on the list, but at least I understand the power of my words.

Anyway. I digress.

We're all still struggling to make friends and find a place in this new community, but at least we have each other and all our shared, albeit odd, experiences to pull us together.

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Polly Blevins said…
That is everyone in the south! Sometimes I go crazy with how they speak. Then, I hear myself say something and I get so embarrassed. It rubs off and I hate it.
June 8, 2011 at 9:06 PM
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