Big Words From The Big Girl

The other day, Beth and I were taking turns to recall family holidays we'd been on since we arrived in Melbourne.

"Great Ocean Road. Pennyroyal Marsh," said I.

"Puffing Billy!" chimed in Beth excitedly.

"We haven't been to Sovereign Hill in Ballarat yet. You could dig for gold coins," I suggested.

"Oh Mum," came the rejoinder, delivered in the world weary tone of a parent talking to an overly naive youngster.
"That's just a myth."

Myth! Big Word #1.

My 5 y.o. is using big words on me.

I recounted the incident to hubby over dinner. We agreed that the day is soon coming when we will not be able to understand Beth. She will be using words on us that we will have to look up in the dictionary.

Which means we won't be any good at helping her with homework either.

This morning, I was packing health supplements to take on our trip to the Mornington Peninsula.

Beth spied the sachets I was popping into a ziplog bag.

"I suspect," she began, "That's Body Tona you're packing."

Big Word #2.

"How right you are."

Today is hubby's birthday.

As per annual ritual, he claims he's 25.

Beth was confused by Mum and Dad each making extreme claims about Dad's 'real' age.

Finally, Beth made up her mind.

She wrote on a piece of paper (with some spelling help, but the words were her own) -

"The truth is that Mum is right."

Power.