Rhyming words with the kindergartners is an enlightening exercise.
"Sun, fun, run, can you think of another word that rhymes?," I enquire.
"Quail", the student boldly avows.
Okay, but can you name these tools?
"Hammer, saw, clamp, screwdriver, driggle."
You know, for making holes.
Plugged in my headphones and made a leisurely call on Skype. Chatting away, I swiveled and skootched my wheely desk chair until I got the headphone cord completely wrapped around the chair wheel. Is Ma Bell in hell knotting macrame plant holders and cackling at life's complications since her breakdown? Will it take a driggle to get the cord untangled from the chair?
© 2008 Nancy L. Ruder