I've talked here before about my penchant for correct grammar.
My poor little chickadee was drilled incessantly while she was growing up. It was so bad that when a friend stayed for dinner (or an overnight visit), she would warn them, "Careful how you speak, my Mom will give you a grammar lesson."
The favourite of course was, "Jenn and I were ..." (not "Me and Jenn were ..."). As she caught on to the correction, I would simply have to say, "Would you like to try that one again?" Then as she got older, she would say, with a grin on her face, "You weren't even there Mom!"
Anyway, all this to say that my little chickadee has blossomed into just as much a grammar nerd as her mother. How do I know this? Because she does the same thing to her son as I did to her. And he is getting very good with the rules too.
My only hope is that my striking young man grows up to be a grammar nerd too. Because when he reaches high school, I would like to believe that he'll be able to appreciate the humour in this poster that my daughter found, courtesy of Vintage Books & Anchor Books.
I love it!My only hope is that my striking young man grows up to be a grammar nerd too. Because when he reaches high school, I would like to believe that he'll be able to appreciate the humour in this poster that my daughter found, courtesy of Vintage Books & Anchor Books.
Grammar nerds? You bet! And proud of it too!
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