The following exchange occurred in my entranceway this afternoon. J had just returned from a fun-filled day with Grandma and Grandpa and, as usual, was very excited to be home.
(Note: J has difficulties with the correct usage of words like "was" and "were".)
J: MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY! MOMMY!
T: Yes, J?
J: (taking shoes off) MOMMY! MOMMY!
T: Yes, J?
J: I HAVE SOMETHING TO TELL YOU!
T: Yes, J?
(J takes a deep breath)
J: Um ... I were coming in ... inside ... and ... and there were water on the veranda! ... And ... um ... it were green! *
T: Oh, really?
J: Yeah! And ... um ...
T: (Muffled laughter)
H: (laughing openly) J, why are you taking your pants off?
(J, who has for some inexplicable reason pulled his pants down to his knees in the entranceway during the above exchange, recovers his senses and hastily pulls his pants back up)
J: Mommy. Why are you laughing?
T: 'Cause you're being silly.
J: But you have to listen! Because I were telling you a story! **
* There is actually no water on my veranda. Green or otherwise. But green is J's favourite colour, and it is typically featured in his stories.
** I did not get to hear the rest of the story. J never really returned to it.
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