Showing posts with label Woody. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Woody. Show all posts

Monday, January 10, 2011

Prepositions Make a Huge Difference.

My three year old son comes running up to me in the kitchen while I am doing dishes.

"Mama, I pooped Woody," he says. I turned the water off.

"WHAT?!!" I said, my voice a little high. I was trying to remember the last time I saw the Woody doll in the house.

"I pooped Woody," Zane says again. I look at my child. He doesn't look like he's in pain. Investigating further, I discovered Zane had had an accident ON his Woody underpants. Whew! No trips to the ER today!

If there was ever an argument for the use of prepositions in a sentence, that was it.

Saturday, November 6, 2010

Conversations with Children can be Perilous

We were at a birthday party for a little boy turning two. I was sitting at a table, eating with a three-year-old with amazingly good language skills, when another boy a couple of years older came and sat with us.

This young man had a toy with him, one of those talking Woody dolls from the movie Toy Story.

Disney Talking Woody Action Figure -- 16''


The three-year-old turns to me, very serious.

"I'm going to get a Woody!"

I nearly choked on my cheeseburger.