2.5 Years:
“What’s a minnow?”
“A small fish.”
“L, a minnow, P Q R S T U V…”
“What’s a minnow?”
“A small fish.”
“L, a minnow, P Q R S T U V…”
There’s a rite of
passage marked by the moment a child realizes that L-M-N-O-P is not one letter.
It tends to occur some time after the child discovers that the moon follows him
everywhere he goes, and before he finds out that Lightning McQueen is not real.
It is followed by years of similar misunderstandings and
mispronunciations—“liver tea and justice for all,” “cereal killers,” “”lack
toast and tolerance,” and so on—that last for years, or, for those poor
unfortunate souls who still say “taking it for granite” at thirty, decades.
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