The other morning, Tani was reading the back of a cereal box and couldn't work out the word "college." (I think it came out as kole-jeh.) I asked him "What do you do when you can't figure out a word?" His reply:
"Don't tell me to use the dictionary. I don't want to turn into you; you read the dictionary too much."
Ouch. (I happen to know that in many ways he does want to turn into me, so I didn't take offense at this.) I used it as a teaching moment to talk about how just because one person has an unhealthy appetite for something (in this case, me and dictionaries) doesn't mean that everyone else should avoid it; we discussed the difference between watching a half-hour TV show daily and being a couch potato; etc.
But again, I say, ouch. "You read the dictionary too much." [*sob*]
"Don't tell me to use the dictionary. I don't want to turn into you; you read the dictionary too much."
Ouch. (I happen to know that in many ways he does want to turn into me, so I didn't take offense at this.) I used it as a teaching moment to talk about how just because one person has an unhealthy appetite for something (in this case, me and dictionaries) doesn't mean that everyone else should avoid it; we discussed the difference between watching a half-hour TV show daily and being a couch potato; etc.
But again, I say, ouch. "You read the dictionary too much." [*sob*]