I’ve always been a very verbal person. My mom says once I learned to talk, I never shut up. I learned to read when I was four, and never stopped reading either.
I’ve always been proud of my 720 SAT verbal score* (back when there was just one verbal section). However, I sense that I have some familial competition.
Recently Napoleona has been showing off her extensive vocabulary. Please remember, she’s 3 1/2:
“Mama, I found a nut [at daycare] and I nibbled on it for a while, but it wasn’t edible.”
“Mama, look at this [her piece of satsuma]: I thought it would come apart some more because it has another crease here.”
We’re in deep trouble. And we’re already contemplating the need to learn Aramaic so that we can talk in front of the kids and not have them understand our “codes.” (We no longer get away with calling Home Depot “the big orange place” or the library “the reading material repository.” The kids got those a long time ago.)
* Part of me does still rankle at those 80 missed points.