Nevergirl’s

Alex cannot read but she likes to pretend she can, anyway.

“Ma, what does my cookie say?”

“The one on your hand? Nothing. There are no words on it.”

“There are uy!”

I was amused. The cookie in her hand has teensy grooves, not words. But she entertains me, this little’un, so I humored her. “Okay, what does your cookie say?”

“I’m delicious. Please eat me, Alex.”

She is amusing, this four-year-old. She’s such a drama queen, too. I don’t know where she learned the words she uses to such theatrical effect; I certainly didn’t teach her those. “You ruined my plans!” she shrieked when my foot bumped into some of the blocks she had painstakingly lined half the bed with.

“Ruined? What does that mean?”

“Guba ba. You guba my plans.”

“What plans?”

“My evil plans to rule the world!”

“With blocks?”

She had the grace to look embarrassed. She always does when we flag her wrong use of English words. “Um, forget it.”

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