I’m used to arguing semantics. I’m a writer/editor by trade, of course, so words are my business. It’s not uncommon at work to hear long, serious discussions about whether to use this particular word or that. The discussions are generally good-natured, and I enjoy them.
At home, I argue semantics too. Sometimes with Tim, and for the past couple of years, with Book Boy too. (I swear that boy remembers everything we say, and exactly how we say it.)
However, I was completely unprepared to have 2.5-year-old Little Sister argue semantics with me earlier this week. We had visited Btwinny and her son, and we went to McDonald’s for lunch. As I was recounting the trip to Tim, I told him that LS had had (part of) a cheeseburger and chicken nuggets.
“Nugget,” she said.
“What?” I said to her.
“Nugget. Not nuggets. I hab one nugget.”
I can’t believe it’s starting already …