Playing Cor-ket
Rerun: “Mom, where’s our cor-ket set?”
Me: (pauses, tries to figure out what he is saying) “Do you mean croquet?”
Rerun: “Yeah, that!”
I finally located said set in the old shed, after much searching and some climbing. Rerun happily set up wickets and pounded a stake with a mallet.
Rerun: (quoting) “‘Cor-ket is a gentleman’s game.'”
Me: “Where did you hear that???”
Rerun: “Calvin and Hobbes.”
My child, making Calvin and Hobbes references over 20 years after the strip came to an end. What a ham. And no, he never did pick up on how to say “croquet.”
Between this, and Tad reading the word “bouquet” last week as “bon-queet,” it’s clear that my kids are not meant to speak French. Right now, they would probably make the B Squad, who are currently living in Canada, die of laughter.
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