Last night, out with my family:
Child: …and then you might get hit by a meteor and you’d be in real trouble!
Other Child: Meteorite.
Me: Well, no, a meteor is not a meteorite until it’s actually on the ground, so you couldn’t get hit by a meteorite…
Spouse: Well, not unless somebody picked a meteorite up off the ground and threw it at you.
Me: Point.
A short while later, passing a restaurant called Chedi Thai:
Son: Ha! Jedi restaurant. [makes lightsaber noises] Use the Force!
Daughter: No, you must use the Sauce.
Help. Me.
Categories: fun & hobbies, relationships
#AWW Book Review: Mateship with Birds 
I die of love 
Can’t blog: singing! 
Are princesses bad for girls? 
Hoyden About Town 
That.Is.Hilarious. May the sauce be with you.
Classic. 🙂
Notice how the pedantry is a tag-team effort, and escalates with each contributor?
Other people apparently find this habit of ours disconcerting, as if it implies we’re all spoiling for a real argument.
Pedantry is just playing. Honest.
Well you will insist on raising intelligent well read children. You only have yourself to blame.
Caught me, Mindy. I was indeed bragging.