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Too much of a good thing?

The good thing in question is Littlest's vocabulary: she's at the stage where she collects words - funny ones, such as discombobulated; rude ones - she lists four which she says she is allowed to know, but not to say - they are the ones that start with 's', 'f' and 'b' and the one her brother apparently says a lot which starts with an 's' and rhymes with spit; then there are the big words that she enjoys using, usually correctly, such as established - as in, "I have established that it is my turn to choose which film we watch"; and there are the adjectives and adverbs that tend to spill out of her mouth in her enthusiasm to make her point.

She has just returned from a visit to her godmother's house, where she and her godmother's daughter had a midnight feast, that was "completely, utterly and absolutely not at midnight - in fact, it was at the polar opposite to midnight, at about nine o'clock!"

And no, I made none of that up - think she might need a little revision over what constitutes a polar opposite, but she definitely made her point.

Too much of a good thing? No. Because we'll miss it, when her language conforms to the bland rules of adulthood.

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