PIGEON OR PARROT

I don't know why I love words more than money. At least more than numbers.

I blame Molly at the Zoo. A Little Golden Book I memorized as a three year old, I think. When my parents would have friends over to the house, I was to perform and memorize the book I loved so much turning the pages at just the right time. Family friend Vernon Foster commented, "He'll grow up to be President." Well, he missed it on both counts.

"What kind of language are you speaking?" our 8 year-old granddaughter asked me when I pronounced book as butch. And a whole lot more. One day I decided to pronounce the silent l in talk and walk. I mean whoever heard of a silent l? That's when my wife announced that I had my own pigeon language.

Others examples-- breadtime for bed time; biblical for Bible; sammies for sandwiches; Sundry for Sunday; cart for car; ad infinitum.

I know: they're silly. They're annoying. And how about this idiocrity? When my wife asks what I want for supper, sometimes I'll respond, "Your dog!"

No wonder I'm not allowed much out in prublic.