or The Battle of the Plurals
I have to hand it to my daughter. She may be fighting a losing battle with grammar, but she’s giving it her best shot.
According to her, there is a gaggle of gooses in our house and one of them is a geese by the name of Goose. I tried to suggest otherwise, but she would have none of it. And anyway, what do I know? I’m simply a grown-up who’s been speaking English longer than I care to remember.
But my daughter, well, she is on her way to kindergarten and will soon know practically everything there is to know, if she doesnt already know it now.
I’m taking a philosophical view of the situation. Last week we read a book about an octipus and his family of octipi. This elicited no comment from my daughter. Maybe she has been mulling it over, or maybe she’s in denial. Either way, kindergarten is looming on the horizon, with reading, writing, and plenty of grammar police. I will no longer be a voice crying out in the wilderness.
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