My son often remembers that there is an idiomatic phrase for an idea, but not the exact words. That doesn’t slow him down; he just makes something up on the fly. He also generally chooses to have serious conversations while we’re in the car going someplace. This morning he wanted to know how old he would have to be before I’d trust him to drive out of town by himself.
“I don’t know” I told him. “We’ll….” and he finished for me “walk that plank when we come to it.”
And then he asked why I was laughing so hard. Arrrh, matey’s I can’t imagine. Couldn’t be that he’s funny, could it?
