Yes, me. Speechless. If you know The Mama in real life, then you know this is very nearly impossible. I typically have 100 words to get out for every 10 that are actually needed. But not today. Oh no, today I had no words.
None.
While The Kidling and I sat in the waiting room at the chiropractor this evening, we reviewed some word endings. This week, her class is spending some time focusing on -ck endings, so we played a bit of a guessing game. I gave her clues, and she replied. It looked something like this:
“What do you put your groceries in?”
“A bag… No… A sack!”
“Where do you put your folders after school?”
“My backpack!”
“What do you do with a sucker?”
“Suck!”
“What was your tricky spelling word last week that ended in -ck?”
“Truck!”
Think you know where this is headed? So did I. Until…
“What do you say to someone who is picking her nose?”
“Snack!”
Um… Well… I was sort of thinking… Ick. Ick, Kidling.
Ick.
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