Going over Noah’s backpack, I see he got marked down in conduct for saying, “What the heck” in class. I asked him why he said it, and he said:
“Trinity was looming over me and I said, ‘What the heck?'”
“She was looming??” He got mad at me and said, “You don’t get it.”
“No, I do and I am so proud of you for knowing the word ‘looming’ and using it correctly.”
He’s nine and said, “She was looming.” Who cares about getting marked down in conduct when my little boy with Central Auditory Processing Disorder used the word looming correctly?
Later, we were getting in the car to head out to school. Noah has his own planet, Treenix, and has a made up language, Foo Language, that the people on Treenix speak. It tends to be a lot of baby talk type sounds – merp, ferb, meep, barm – stuff like that.
As we were getting in the car, he said, “Marmer harmer. That means, okay, Mommy.”
I said, “How do you say Mommy in Foo Language?”\
“Harmer. Daddy is Darmer.”
“Why does he get a D and I get an H? Is it ‘harmer’ because I’m mean?”
“There’s actually a G in it but it’s silent.”
So, see why I’m laughing today?? 🙂