I Don’t Have Pants!
“What do you want to do when you get big?”
Daddy talks to the kids about some different jobs that can be fun and enjoyable, as well as providing income.
Daddy suggests, “Studying animals that live in the sea…”
Our son pipes up, “That’s a marine biologist-biologist.”
Daddy, mildly taken aback, continues, “Studying dinosaurs…”
Son adds, “A paleontologist.”
Daddy presses on, “Studying volcanoes…”
Son patiently says, “A volcanologist.”
We realize the kid’s really been dumbing it down for poor old Dad.
In the middle of this tennis game of multi-syllabic words involving suffixes like “ist” from one of our sons, we notice it is being punctuated by a happy little voice in the background enthusing: “I don’t have pants!”
Yin and yang.