Okay, I admit it. I was a weird kid.
I remember
a game my Mom and I played occasionally. Actually, looking back I realize that I played the game and she probably endured it. She’d iron (not many wrinkle-free shirts back then), and I’d open up the dictionary and randomly select a word, read the word aloud, and then wait to see if she could recite the meaning.
Sometimes she could, and sometimes she couldn’t, but of course she didn’t know the complete definition, so it fell to me to educate my mother on all the alternate definitions, the different connotations, the obscure meanings, the archaic usages.
I told my husband about this game one day, and he just shook his head. “Only you,” he said.
I remember
a game my Mom and I played occasionally. Actually, looking back I realize that I played the game and she probably endured it. She’d iron (not many wrinkle-free shirts back then), and I’d open up the dictionary and randomly select a word, read the word aloud, and then wait to see if she could recite the meaning.Sometimes she could, and sometimes she couldn’t, but of course she didn’t know the complete definition, so it fell to me to educate my mother on all the alternate definitions, the different connotations, the obscure meanings, the archaic usages.
I told my husband about this game one day, and he just shook his head. “Only you,” he said.
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