Hope is intelligent, articulate and exact. Sophia is funny, crazy and mischievous.
They were sitting at the table, coloring. I was in the living room folding clothes. Which seminary class their father would attend that night was the topic of their conversation.
Sophia asks, “What class does Daddy have tonight?”
“Hermeneutics,” Hope replies.
“Oh…” and Sophia repeats hermeneutics. Except…she didn’t say it quite right. Almost, but not quite.
“No,” Hope corrects her, “her-me-noooo-tics.”
“Hermejetics.”
“Hermeneutics.”
“Herbejuckus?”
“Say ‘herm-”
“Herm-”
“-men-”
“-men-”
“-noo-”
“-noo-”
“-tics.”
“-tics.”
Hope is very happy with this. “That’s it! Now say hermeneutics.”
“Hermalexa.”
This went on and on. Sophia never cracked a smile, never changed her voice at all. Honestly, I didn’t know she had such creative, verbal-convoluting abilities in her.
Hope never caught on. Okay, she caught on when Sophia digressed into using bathroom word endings. Ay-yay-yay. That’s when I stepped in between peals of laughter, “Okay, okay.”
Was that really my three and four year old? Yep. Thanks for the reminder that my husband’s stellar sense of humor …has definitely been passed down.
Can you say “hermeneutics”?
small steps, big picture 