Much to Daddy Mac's delight, Sam has discovered that ultra-strange American phenomenon known as Star Trek this week -- or rather "Star Track" as he calls it. It's so hilarious that we can't bear to correct him. (And now he's got his friend Bryan hooked on saying it that way, too, the poor thing.) I know he's got to be set straight someday soon, just not now. Reality can wait for a while.
Part of me will be sad to one day hear him call it Star Trek like the rest of the world, so I'm savoring my smirks now. It was once a sad day when "Baba Noba" became regular ole Barnes & Noble and again when "Targy" morphed into a bland Target. Conformity - bleck. And for the record I still miss how he walked back when he was a little toddler, like a staggering drunk. (A precocious one, he was all ready for college at 18-months-old.)
Thankfully a Hershey's Kiss is still a "Hersh Kissey" and a Nestle's Crunch remains a well-loved "Cruncher." And there's a new one to add to the lexicon - a Star Trek cloaking device that shields aircraft from detection has been renamed a "cloaker." Keep 'em coming, boy, just as long as you get it all straight before the SATs.
LibbY
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