One of my favorite things about watching my kiddos grow and learn is seeing how they interrupt the rules of the English language. First, Second, Threeth, Fourth...seems like a logical progression.
The other day, while playing with the girls in the basement, my oldest crawled up to me and proudly declared that she was a "liver pony". The wheels started whirling in my brain as I quickly tried to put myself in the shoes of my four-year old to figure out what a liver pony could possibly be so that I could respond appropriately. I assessed the likelihood that she had suddenly become so smart and educated at school that she was referring to some sort of human organ pony hybrid. My wheels did not spin fast enough and my very smart daughter could tell that I had no idea what she was talking about, so she quickly explained that she was a pony who was alive, instead of pretend, like a toy. Of course, a pony who is alive = a liver pony. Again, seems logical. Funny how our language works and fascinating to see how the impressive, growing little minds in my charge constantly learn and change.