At the winter carnival, the kid received a book titled "The Night Before The Night Before Christmas". She likes this book. She keeps it in the car to read while we drive places. The other day, she informed me she was reading "The Night Before Christmas".
I gently corrected her. "It's "The Night Before The Night Befire Christmas" honey."
"No Gramma. It is "The Night Before Christmas"."
This debate continued a few times until she stopped, looked at me like I was nuts, and asked in exasperation, "WHY do you keep saying that?"
Discretion is the better part of valour. There is no way to convince someone who only reads pictures that you are right about the title. I surrendered.
Now I am going to buy her "The Night Before Christmas" just to mess with her head.
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