Want to fidgit?

My granddaughter and I went to the Museum of Science  together last Saturday. I love the unfettered linguistic minds of our young.

At the end of our visit, which was only a couple hours long because we watched Uncle Sam’s soccer game for the first half, we made the inevitable visit to the gift shop. Sometimes something is bought, sometimes not. Ten dollars or less was Saturday’s edict.

Much consideration taken – first dutifully for items ten dollars and less – then the ‘must-have’ robotic caterpillar, the stuffed cheetah, the mega dinosaur – all well over ten dollars. Cora’s last stand was the impossibility of deciding between two ‘under tens.’ These qualities will undoubtedly work themselves into great assets for my clever granddaughter some day. All adult judgement aside – these were sincere struggles. Finally her decision was reached.

As we stood in the cash register line to buy the purple gem Cora spied a FIDGIT https://www.google.com/search?q=fidgit&oq=fidgit&aqs=chrome..69i57j0l5.1112j0j9&sourceid=chrome&ie=UTF-8. Uncle Sam got one as a souvenir in Pittsburgh last week. Under ten! Gem rejected. Sparkly purple fidget accepted.

“Wow, Cora, after all that deciding you find the thing you MOST wanted right here in line at the last minute!”

“I know, Gramma. I had no idea this [Fidgit] was in my eyeways!”

(Another prodigious linguistic treat: As we climbed the multi flights of stairs to the parking garage roof, “My feet are sobbing,” rolled of my granddaughter’s tongue. What an honor to bear witness to such unfettered genius.)