predators

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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