Clearly, Someone has Omitted to Teach me the Dialect
Upon being presented with a bowl of corn this afternoon, Nigel immediately burst into ferocious tears. How strange. He normally loves corn.
"All done, Nigel! All done." George yodels from across the dining table.
"No, he isn't done, George. He can eat his corn. We know he likes it."
The wails continue.
"All done, Nigel!" George is cheerful, encouraging.
George's language is usually much more precise than this. "He isn't all done, George. Do you mean he can get down when he is all done?"
George gives me his patented "Adults are soooo stupid" look. "No, I'm telling him he's all done now." Which tells me precisely nothing.
Thankfully, at that moment Nigel's tears are abruptly halted when he discovers that - hey! - someone put CORN on his tray!! He starts in with two fists.
That evening, when mom comes, Nigel trips over a shoe in the front hall and sits down abruptly on his padded behind. He begins to wail. Nigel's mother picks him up and instructs in a mock-rueful voice, "Oh, All Done, Nigel. All done."
Nigel stops crying.
~~~~~~~~~~~~ © 2006, Mary P