Three years ago when my youngest son was 5, he was at his church primary teacher's house for an activity. She was having a BBQ for her primary class and he was in the kitchen helping her bring the condiments outside. His teacher, who is a little overweight, had taped a picture from a magazine to her fridge of a brother and sister who collectively weighed close to 2,000 lbs. My son was staring at this picture so she told him that she put it up there to help her keep from eating too much. He looked her up and down and said, very matter-of-factly, "It doesn't really work, though, huh."

now that was politically incorrect

When my eldest daughter was just learning the grasp of English language, she took a liking to a pony... So, I taught her the word "pony".

She coudlnt' quite grasp it so I broke it down for her. I said "Po" and she repeated, "Po". Next, I pointed to my knee and see "Ny" (Knee).

We repeated, each time getting slightly faster;

Po...ny, po...ny, po...ny

Po..ny, po..ny, po..ny

Po.ny, po.ny, po.ny

Eventually she was practically saying it as one word... "Po-ny"


Now I told her to say it as one whole word, by herself.


"KNEE-PO!!!" she proudly shouted! Ahhh shit that memory still, to this day, cracks me up!