There isn’t much silence in our house; even when they are asleep they are chatting away. Some of the hardest moments of my day involve trying to keep a straight face when the kids have mixed up their words in fabulous Malapropisms. So of late I’ve been calling them Miss and Master Malaprop. (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mrs._Malaprop).
My favourite one is a festive one as instead of “Father Christmas” they refer to the bearded one as “Farmer Christmas“. And, as this cracker only comes out once a year, I’ve not corrected them on it for 3 years, it’s too cute!
It’s all the better since we’ve been living in NZ which is farming central (hardly surprising seeing as approx. 2/3 of all exports are from the agricultural industry). Even NZ’s nationwide department store is called FARMERS (and looking at their clothes you realise why everyone outside of certain parts of Auckland looks like a farmer’s wife). Ho Ho Ho.
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