As our kids are learning to speak and use the English language, I am enjoying the misuse of a great many words. I am the first to admit that I am a horrible speller. So much so that if something does not have spell check, I will type it in a program that does and paste it in so that I know it is correct. I also admit that I am no great wordsmith myself. It is one of the great side effects of Topamax - "having trouble finding the right word and losing your train of thought". Along with taste change and weight loss, of course I only get one that makes you look stupid.
At school Brandt has a special place to put his backpack, lunchbox and jacket. What most of us would call a cubby, right? Oh no, his is a cuvy. He is very insistent. Much like my dear friend, I'll leave her nameless for now. Her husband puts their glasses and plates in the covert, not the cupboard. They have very sneaky glassware. Lastly, years ago my friend and her then boyfriend were going to watch a movie. He got out blankets to put on the floor and make a pallet, right? Oh no, he was making a pavilion for them. They are now married have two beautiful children - I hope he is still making pavilions for them!
Boys keep using whatever word you want - it cracks me up!
PS - Dr. T has decided that Cuckoo may in fact be a little too big and is going to induce the week of April 5. I didn't even have to beg :)
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