But now, at two, she doesn't do things by the books. She mixes things up. It's not only cute; it's enviable. I want to encourage her creative use of language and her spastic expressions. I want her to know that words are what she makes them.
"In the books he's called the big, red dog," I say, "but I like your name better. He really is the best, isn't he?"
And she looks at me kind of funny, like maybe I'm trying to lead her astray. Like maybe she'll start using the more generally accepted version of the cartoon dog's name just to prove she knows what she's talking about. And that makes me kind of sad.
Now that The Boss has said it, Clifford will always be the Best Red Dog to me.
Today marks day number one of NaBloPoMo. You can expect to find a post here 24/7/30 during during the month of November. See you tomorrow.