Today at school, Abigail was reading some words that begin with H, the letter we’re learning this week. First she just had some syllables to read, like ha…, he…, hi…, ho…, hu…(all of these are with the short vowel sound, important for the rest of this story.) When she got to hi…, she read it and then said, “Hi…, just like I used to say ‘hin’ but now I say ‘hen,’ really enunciating the short e sound in “hen.” (Also important for this story is the fact that I am from Kentucky, and if you could hear me talk you would figure that out really quickly.) I chuckled and told her that Mommy still says “hin.” She looked at me wide-eyed and silent for a moment, then burst out laughing and said, “You do!?!”, then continued to laugh uproariously until I had to redirect her attention. So my daughter has now surpassed her mother in pronunciation. (Sorry if this story really didn’t make much sense. It’s much clearer if you can hear it instead of read it.)
Then, when we got home from church tonight and I was trying to get Catherine ready for bed, I asked her what her story was about in her class. She said it was about Paul, so I asked her what Paul did. She said matter-of-factly, “He stuck a feather in his hat and called it macaroni.” Hmmmm.