What follows is a snippet of a conversation I had this morning with Lauryn, after I so casually asked “Whatcha thinkin’ about?” (I use the term “conversation” very loosely, in that she was doing 99.9% of the talking):
“Well. I’ve decided I’m not going to be a cheerleader when I grow up. I can’t do the splits. I’ve tried but it’s too hard and it hurts. So, I am going to own a candy store. Not just a store that sells candy though. Like, it will have tables and chairs and a waitress and be a real restaurant. It will have a menu for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, but on the menu will be candy, candy, CANDY! Candy for every meal. [pause] And I guess it can have spaghetti, too.”
She elaborates a bit more with talk about chocolate bars and fruit-flavored candy canes, and I finally say, “Neat. So you want to be the owner of a candy restaurant!”
She sighs and says, “‘Owner’? Were you even listening? I didn’t say anything about a dog….why did you say ‘owner’?
Vocabulary lessons spring up in the most unusual ways. Today’s lesson: “owner” is not always tied to “dog” as in “dog owner”. She was astounded at this information.