Our housemates like to make puns (ranging from deeply terrible to pretty damn witty), and Dutch* is paying attention. At dinner last week, Dutch complained that she didn't like her fork, prompting a brief collective (and bad) wordplay riff - "Well, you're forktunate to have any silverware at all!" "Oh, forket it!" - and Dutch said cheerfully "Well, I'm not going to fork out about it."
Her very first pun. We are so proud!
*She spends at least part of every dinner eating in attentive silence, absorbing the conversation between four cranky, sarcastic adults. You can almost see her rolling words and sentences around in her head, puzzling and poring over mysterious clues from The World of Grown-Ups. Sometimes the fragments surface later in our conversations with her, frayed from much handling and almost unrecognizable. God only knows what she says about us at daycare.
months go by
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1 comment:
Milestone indeed! For some of us, the first pun was more formative than the first step.
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