This week we are working on a few things that should make Jacob seem smarter than his 6 years. The first is his accent. Holy moly! He uses words that actually grate on my last nerve. Have you heard the "word" (and I use that term very loosely) "warsh"? How about "winda"? There's also my favorite, "aint". Now, being from the great state of Arkansas, I KNOW accents and I have heard the above-mentioned "words" from many people, my own family included. But, having received a great education, I have learned how to enunciate my words according to proper english rules. So, when I hear the accents from peers, I cringe with each syllable they utter.
Back to Jacob. Since I have this disdain for the substandard use of the english language, I hate it when my son speaks the very slang that raises the hair on the back of my neck. I try to correct him each and every time he uses "aint" in a sentence. Example: "Mom, I aint going to clean my room." Or, "Mom, aint that a beautiful picture that I drew on your wall?" Or, "Mom, aint we going to clean the windas on the car?" (See how I used two in one sentence?) Anyway, we have been working on cleaning up our language and trying to properly convey our thoughts and feelings.
Next lesson, warshing the pictures off the walls and cleaning the windas on the car. :)
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