I’m finding that the words Alice makes up can be far, far better than the appropriate word. Such was the case Saturday night when we were doing some dinosaur role-play whilst Alice was bathing. She handed me a garden trowel loaded up with animal floaty toys and declared, “You are the meat-eater dinosaur, and that is the meat for you to predat on.”

Brilliant, no? I mean, really, why don’t predators predat? Sellers sell. Teachers teach. Buuuuuut, I managed to eff it all up by teaching her the word “prey.” Now I’ll never hear that clever little creation again…

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