(Thank for concern due to my recent whining about stress. It’s regarding the child I tend to call Challenge Child, and we’re hanging in there)
Background info: My mom and sister are visiting. My sister is waaaay Ivy League and smart.
At lunch today she looked at my mother and said, "I didn’t know you had read up on paleobotany."
My mother looked at her and blinked a couple of times, but said nothing. She knew what she meant, of course, but did not reply. I on the other hand, did the following:
a) tried desperately to remember what the heck we were discussing before she came out with THAT. (still haven’t remembered, or I’d tell you) But it was not the sort of conversation you’d expect to find that whopper of a sentence in. I could have just said, "Ethan likes lettuce now" or "There’s a lot of poo at my house" or anything dumb like that.
b) tried desperately to figure out the meaning of ‘paleobotany.’ gave up easily, since it sounded boring. yawn. (old plants…? …huh? Is that even close…?)
c) wondered who else in the whole entire world works a word like that into casual conversation. (and why, since it stopped the conversational flow COLD)
d) tried desperately to come up with something smart to say. gave up and then tried to prevent Caden-2yr from dipping a chocolate chip cookie in salsa. Ew. Gave up on that too, and watched him eat salsa/cookie.
e) wondered when the last time I casually dropped a SIX SYLLABLE word into a conversation.
f) realized the answer was probably, um, NEVER, and whatever. I can effortlessly work the words poop, vomit, pee, and burp into any conversation too many times to count, so there!