Naomi: I want a pantsess.
Me: A what?
N: A pants-ess.
M: I don't understand what you're saying.
Naomi (louder): A PAN-CESS.
Me: Did you say a pantsess?
Naomi: I don't understand what you're saying.
Update: The conversation above occurred at bedtime. This morning, I asked Naomi what she was talking about. She took me to the medicine cabinet and repeated: "pancess." She wanted a bandaid on the owie on her chin. (We call bandaids "bandages" in our house.)
2 comments:
I've had similar conversations with 7th-graders.
Hilarious.
Oh no! I thought they'd have the language thing figured out by then. Guess I'll keep my "interpretation hat" handy for awhile now.
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