Even my brilliant little Bassie has her Piaget moment. Like this one, which happened this morning:
(Hacking coming from the bathroom; I enter to see Bassie spitting a phlegm glob into the toilet)
Me: Are you okay?
Bassie: Yeah, it was just shnook (our little pet name for mucous) from when I was little.
Me: What do you mean, “from when you were little”.
Bassie: Like when I was little, and I couldn’t blow my nose.
Me: Oh, so not “from” when you were little, “like” when you were little.
Bassie: No, “from” when I was little.
Me: (I verify) Uh, so how long have you had that shnook inside you?
Bassie: Oh, about two years.
It really gives you some insight into how normally intelligent people can be so terribly wrong about something and remain convinced that they are right. (Or someone can feel free to make the argument that it was, in fact, inside her for two years, albeit in a different form, and thereby make me out to be the fool.)
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