Gabriel to Ephraim: Let’s play hide and seek.
Ephraim: Oh-tay.
Gabriel: You count. (thinks) Count to one.
Ephraim: One.
Gabriel: (tries to hide but sighs) Count to two.
Ephraim: Two.
Gabriel gives up and runs to hide around the corner.
Ephraim: “One, two, free, ready not, here tum! … Hmmm, where
he be?”
Gabriel and Ephraim spent the weekend with their dad while I went away to the Girl Scout Alumnae relaxation weekend. Here is the story I heard.
As background, the kids
don't KNOW bad words. So they had made up a few that they say at each
other with such vitriol that they SOUND like bad words. We tell them to
"say nice things please" when they do that, but apparently at some
point we implied that they were actual bad words. And later that day, Ephraim justified his use of "konk konk" because I "used" the word
earlier. "Da, you say konk konk," he says, holding up the dogtags.
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