I have a pet peeve about my son's disposition to talk with his mouth full. I have corrected him nearly a million times already in his twelve years of existence and, sadly, I suspect it will take about a million more.
Today when I got home from work, Conor was watching some soccer on television. "Who's playing?" I asked. Unfortunately he had just taken a big bite of a carrot.
What came out in response was "leverkusenversusfcbayernfromthebundesliga."
"Could you repeat that?" I asked, "after you have finished chewing?"
Conor held up a finger indicating I should wait while he swallowed what was left in his mouth. Then he very clearly enunciated the following: "Leverkusen versus FC Bayern from the Bundesliga."
"What?" I asked again.
My son smiled. "It didn't matter that my mouth was full," he said. "you were never going to understand that."
I have to admit that he had me there. He gets a pass this time. Not so, the next time he tells me about his day with a mouthful of chewed up spaghetti.
2 comments:
Who won?
Oh those 'Skins!
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