Sunday, August 21, 2011

conversations with a nephew

Setting: Rainy car ride on a Sunday afternoon
Individuals Present: Me, Nephew, my Parents

Nephew: What does "plethora" mean? Is that something that grows on your tongue?
Me: No, it means "a lot". Like, "there are a plethora of leaves on those trees."
Nephew: Gramma, you go to the toilet a plethora.

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