While reading a story to the kids, I mispronounced Barney as Blarney. The kids had never heard that word before. After assuring them it was a real word, I told them all I knew. “In Irish tradition or superstition they have something called a Blarney stone, and kissing it is supposed to bring good luck.”
Before I finished, the older kid had looked it up on Wikipedia, “The Blarney Stone is a block of Carboniferous limestone built into the battlements of Blarney Castle, Blarney…”
After reciting the introduction, he noted that the article was last modified 3 hours ago. “I wonder what could possibly have changed in the history of the blarney stone in the last 3 hours.” We all laughed.
We don’t get much reading done this time of night.
Playing a board game with the kids, a card required them to write down something that got on their nerves. My job was to hear both and try to match the answer to the person. So I turn my back on them to preserve their anonymity and hear this:
Marcus: Write down something that gets on your nerves.
Marcus: And Jared you can’t write “Marcus”.