This is what happens when I don’t queue something up. Posts are late and I get flustered about what to write. Apparently, though, I wrote “words” in my notebook, but unfortunately I didn’t write much else.
Anyway, being a writer I have a love of words…especially those long 75 cent words. When my nieces and nephew were younger I spoke to them as I would anyone else, to be fair, I also spoke in that nonsense gibberish we’re all so fond of when talking to babies. But more often than not, I would speak to them normally…that would include words that they wouldn’t normally hear (not the dirty kind).
Words like effervescent, ephemera, lugubrious, cacophony, sonorous, and ecstatic. Also to be fair, I had to look up half these words to make sure that I spelled them correctly. My husband and I are big readers. Our nightstands are filled with books. Our dressers are piles of books on them. We each carry a book with us whenever go out. You don’t have to walk far in our house without running into some sort of book.
I hope we’re infusing our niblings with at least a fondness for words and books. I guess only time will tell.