My Son

Colin, my six-year-old son, has some interesting ideas. This afternoon, I asked him to look for a pair of nail clippers (the cat is too sharp these days). He returned empty-handed, and announced that he thinks that “God is taking our stuff.”
Later, he read a note from his school, which ends with a reminder about next Friday’s ped day: “Day care activities must be registered for.” Colin read this aloud, raised his eyebrow, and said ” ‘For’ what? I think this is backwards.”
Alas, yes, my son has determined that sentence-ending prepositions are something up with which he will not put.

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