It’s Not All Mary Poppins

A rose by any other name…

… would be a petunia.

“Dese are my glubs.”

“Actually, sweetie, those are your mittens.”

“Well, IIII call dem glubs.”

I tap him on his button nose. “You can if you like, but yooooou’d be wrong, kiddo.”

Creativity in language is a marvellous thing. But those things you wear on your hands to keep them warm in winter, those things with no digits but thumbs? They’re mittens, mister. Like it or not.

January 13, 2010 Posted by | individuality, quirks and quirkiness, the things they say! | , , | 7 Comments