Almost daily, Josiah comes home from school and tells me about Ronald from school. Ron sits at his table, he just turned 6 and brought snacks, he lives on a farm and is an all around cool guy, apparently. So, of course, I can't wait to find out more about his new friend.
Well, yesterday, Josiah was talking about Ron and he told me, "Hey mom, I know what Ron's second name is (i.e. his last name)." O really? I'd love to know. I mean, we live in a small enough town that I could know who his parents are. After all, he lives somewhat close by.
So, Josiah says, "His second name is Old."
I say, "What?"
"You know, Old. Like, Ron Old."
At this point, I am unsuccessfully trying not to laugh. "Honey, I don't think his name is Ron Old. It's Ronald. And, then he has a last name that is something else. Just like we sometimes call you Jo or Josiah. But your first name is Josiah and your last name is Abbott."
"Oh."
I love how his mind works. What a great illustration of how we can be logical in our assumptions, but still come to incorrect conclusions. I know I do it all of the time.
I know a boy named Jo Siah who lives with his mom and dad, Natalie and Jason and his little sisters, Est Her and Mir Iam :) You're right about the small town. I probably went to high school with his grandparents.
ReplyDeleteHilarious. I thought he was getting Ronald MacDonald and Old MacDonald mixed up - you know the kid lives on a farm so it makes perfect sense! :)
ReplyDeleteLove it.