This morning, Ashley and I were reviewing her spelling words for her test tomorrow. One of her words is “frankfurter.” I asked her if she knew what a frankfurter was, and she replied, “Yeah, it’s a really old hot dog.”
The child meant to say that it’s what they called hot dogs a long time ago, but that’s not how it came out.
Then, this afternoon, as we were driving into town, we saw a bunch of trucks in front of our little post office, and yellow Caution tape. Ashley’s eyes grew as big as saucers and she asked, “Was someone killed at our post office?”
(Now, you must know that we live in a teeny town, popluation… about 12. Nothing ever happens here, and if it does, Grandma tells me. She didn’t tell me about someone being killed outside of our post office.)
As we drove past the post office, we saw that they were pouring new sidewalk, and the yellow caution tape was to keep people away from the freshly poured concrete.
I asked Ash why she thought someone had been killed, and she said, “Because on tv they only use that yellow tape at a crime scene.”