It’s Vacation Bible School week. The coolest thing about Vacation Bible School week is that we go out with friends for ice cream at Braum’s nearly every night afterwards. This is a pretty crazy thing to do since it’s already bedtime when we get there but, hey, it’s summertime. Why not?
I was standing near the above pictured item with Daryl while Hal and Daddy fetched some bread and bananas from the market before we left. (If you don’t live in a close enough radius to Western Oklahoma, then you may not know what Braum’s is. It’s primarily an ice cream store except it also has great hamburgers and cherry limeades… and a pretty decent grocery section where we buy eggs, milk, bread, and some produce.)
Anyway, I was standing there with Daryl, who was wound up and hyper. He was hopping around and throwing his arms around and talking trash like a rapper. Actually, he looked more like a pale, skinny, nerdy white kid trying to imitate a rapper, which made it kind of hard not to laugh.
“Momma, momma. I’m tellin’ ya. I’m gettin’ ready to let loose. I’m gettin’ ready to let loose my inner dragon all over this stone plinth here.” He slapped his hand on the support in demonstration. “I’m gonna let loose my inner dragon on this stone plinth.”
Ok, let’s just set aside the whole “inner dragon” business for a minute. My ten year old son used the word “plinth” in conversation. I mean, who does that? *I* don’t even do that. In fact, I’m not sure I’ve ever heard the word spoken before. It doesn’t come up in everyday conversation. It just doesn’t. Unless you are talking to Daryl, that is. Which is what makes him so awesome.
Now, I must have heard the word before, because as soon as he said it, I corrected his long I sound: “It’s plinth, not ply-nth.”
He paused from his tough guy act. “Are you sure?”
“Not positive, but I’m pretty sure it’s plinth. You can go ask Daddy.”
He returned from checking with his dad to tell me it’s pronounced “ply-nth”. The tone of his voice would have been enough to label that a lie even if I hadn’t heard his dad protesting in the background.
This kid uses the vocabulary he gains from books, which makes him awesome. And the fact that he mispronounces almost all of them doesn’t faze him one bit. Which makes him doubly awesome. I love this kid. And that crazy inner dragon of his.