How awesome was Mad Libs yesterday?
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On to today.
Kids are sponges. Seriously, they are pint-sized sponges with super hearing.
Yesterday I had dinner with friend and Goddaughter. Goddaughter was doing everything possible to avoid eating her pasta.
My friend put it on her plate. Goddaughter threw it on the floor. Smiled.
Friend: *whispers to me* "Ooh, little sod."
Me: "Did she just say sod?"
Goddaughter: "Sod. Sod. Sod."
Me: *laughing hysterically*
Friend: "Don't make a big deal out of it, or she'll say it even more."
Me: *stifles the laugh, but chuckles on the inside*
Now sod is one of those British terms when someone is being a pain. It's technically not swearing, but it's not a word my friend wants the little one to learn. Or me really.
No matter how funny she looked while doing it.
The thing is, Goddaughter doesn't know what the word means. To us, it means something. To her 'sod' is just a word.
So I thought about words. More specifically the power of words.
We are taught what certain words mean from birth. Some words are good, some are 'naughty' and are supposed to stick with them. We say one that's bad, we get told off.
But a child developing language skills doesn't have a yardstick. To a toddler, it's just a word, waiting for the meaning to be discovered.
Just like books.
We write the words down on the page, hoping for our readers to discover their meaning. How they interpret that meaning will be different depending on what they have been taught.
To some it will be bad. To some good. To others, who knows. That's what I love about language. It's flexibility.
So in the end I am left to wonder if there is any real right or wrong within words?