January 30, 2006

The Kid's Engrish

filed under: Dadditudes

A conversation yesterday, over Max's toy shovel and rake:

Max: Mommy! I want a shovel and fork!

Lisa: Okay, buddy. Here they are. But you know, that's not really a fork. That's a rake.

Max: A rake?

Lisa: Yes. A rake.

Max: Like the fish swim in?

Lisa: ...

Max: Rake.

Lisa: Not "lake," buddy, "rake." Ruh-ake, not luh-ake.

Max: Ruh-ake.

Lisa: Yes. Ruh-ake. Rake.

Max: Like the fish swim in.

Lisa: No! It's a RAKE.

Max: No Mom. It's a fork.

Posted by rjt at January 30, 2006 08:36 AM
Comments

He's got you dead to rights, stop confusing him.
And quit making him do all your gardening, that's mean.

Posted by: perj at January 30, 2006 09:00 AM