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June 11 I need an interpreter For all my priding myself on my fluency in John-speak, I do have moments of total incomprehension: John: Mommy, I had a zot. Me: A what? A spot? Where, on your pants or your shirt? John: No, Mommy, I had a zot. Me (guessing, after a confused pause): Oh, a shot? (He'd been playing doctor with an empty medicine syringe earlier that day...) John: (with great patience): Mommy. Das nod whad I said. I said I had a zot. A zot. Me (praying quickly, and then in a flash of disbelief): A thought? John (beaming): Yes. I had a zot. Me (in great relief): Oh! Well, what was your thought? John: I had a zot dat -- about dat we should do someting. Me: And what was that? John: Dat was my zot. Comments (2)
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