Linguists, cover your eyes

This morning my heart broke open just a little and spilled something sweet and silvery all over my pillow.

Little Bee climbed into bed with me as she does every morning. My Hot Shot Husband was already gone - having hit the highway at Ungodly O'Clock for business related purposes. Bee snuggled under the quilt, and asked me to hold her hand. "Can we go back to sleep a little?" she asked.

"Absolutely," I told her.

"Do I go to school today?"

"Yes."

"Can I have pretzels after breakfast?"

And that, dear Innernets, is where a little corner of my tender heart shattered like spun sugar.

She said "breakfast" instead of "brexys."

I loved brexys.

I loved how she would get excited when her dad was home in the mornings because he made the best brexys.

I loved how she asked me one time if could please make her brexys in a pan. (Subtext: Aherm, Mom? Get with the program, Lazy.)

I loved how she had taken to teaching us the proper pronunciation of words, including that one.

"Say brek ... siss. Good job!"

Every boring old parent has breakfast. But we got to have brexys.

Oh how I'm going to miss it.

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Edited to add: But I've still got this:

"It's raining it's pouring the Old Man is snoring. He went to bed and bumped his head and on the way he dropped it."

Comments

[moreena]

I'm afraid to even attempt a comment, since I composed an absolutely lovely observation about corn fest over here in mid-Illinois for your last post. And, it is gone. Who knows where? Perhaps it fell victim to my total inability to pass the Typepad anti-robot, anti-spam sobriety test before commenting.

I will just say that I felt like crying when Frankie stopped calling her sister, "Nonny."

[ppolarbear]

I would much rather eat brexys than breakfast.

[Pandy]

I felt the same way when my oldest decided (around age 3) that she wanted to be a pediatrician instead of a "peabeeatrician".

[Keri]

My Stinkerbell (now 5 1/2) has left behind one favorite phrase in public but will still say it to make me and the Mighty Hunter smile...

"dust a minit"

sighs for us all