Rose put up some NO TRESPASSING signs outside her house in the Minecraft world the kids and I share. My favorite was the addendum: NONE OF THIS NONSENSE.
Well, of course I couldn’t resist a throwdown like that. A LITTLE NONSENSE NOW AND THEN, I wrote back, when she wasn’t looking, IS RELISHED BY THE WISEST MEN.
And her reply, proving the student has surpassed the teacher: I AM NO MAN.
That’s my girl.
Huck, balancing stuffed panda on head: “Is she very fall-able?”
Me: “Fall-able? You mean can she fall without getting hurt? Yes.”
Huck: “No, FALLIBLE.”
Me: “Fallible?”
Huck: “Yes, you know, like when things break when they fall.”
Me: “Oh! You mean fragile!”
Huck: “That’s what I said.”
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Huck, halfway through breakfast: “Mom, I’m going to be hungry after my snack.”
Rilla on why she didn’t put away her playdough: “Well, I expected myself to go back and do it, but I didn’t.”
Huck: “I know what ‘bow’ means. It means ‘hello’ in dog language.”
Huck, apropos of nothing and in a voice of great urgency: “How old do I have to be?”
Me: “For what?”
Huck: “To get the remote and to cross the street by myself.”
Ah yes, the important stuff.
Huck, on the way home from Trader Joe’s, in tones of disappointment: “We only passed eleven scoundrels.”
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Rilla: Wait, what’s a protractor again?
Rose: It’s that thing Huck makes cheeses with.
Rilla just told me she ships Tumtum and Nutmeg so hard, she can’t even.
