I haven’t blogged for a few days. I’m being entirely self-indulgent today, sulking and wallowing in self-pity – I suspect I have the opposite of Seasonal Affective Disorder, where the hot weather just stresses me the fuck out. Bring on the rains.
Anyway, I am an avid collector of language… Not surprisingly, some of my favourites have come from kids.
“Look Mum, that dog is a crocodile!”
(Kid on tram, looking at raised tram platforms): “They’re boats, those ones! Look at the people on the boats!”
Kid: “Yes. Anchored to the road.”
(Kid at my work): “Dry white wine? But it’s all wet!”
(My 4 year old neice being a monster, so we say): “what, are you just going to stand there and whine? That’s fine, we’ll watch the movie by ourselves, you can go to bed.”
(she pauses for a while, then as sulkily as possible): “I don’t drink wine.”
…gosh. They just use words so unashamedly!
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