Every once-in-a-while, I'll get questions from my kids that makes me wonder if they ever actually heard anything while growing up here. They know I was an English major, and they'll call out-of-the-blue with the weirdest word questions. Now, I was always a bookworm and routinely, I'll know what a word means (sensing it out in a sentence), but not necessarily how to pronounce it, and since I don't talk to that many other bookworms on a regular basis, I'm perfectly capable of mangling the pronunciation of the less-than-prosaic words. So if my kids were asking me how to pronounce something, I wouldn't worry. But no, they call me to see what a word means. (Ah, the use of cell phones while driving and without access to a dictionary. Finally, I have a use in life.)
Luke called during finals last semester. Luke is 22 and has a very good GPA in political science. The kid is gifted. And yet, he called me and said, "Mom? What does 'exasperating' mean?" I'm wondering if he found his photo in the dictionary or something. So I ask "why?" first. "Because ____ (his major professor) told me today that I was exasperating. It didn't sound like a good thing." I'm nodding, thinking, yes, intuitive professor. Not a good thing to say, though, so I ask him, "Um, just how did the professor use the word?" "Oh," Luke said, "he said that the whole time he read my paper, he thought I was on the verge of something brilliant and instead, I just ended up exasperating."
Does a mother proud.
To give him credit (and I'm stretching for it here), I think he was so surprised by the comment and the way in which is was delivered, it sounded like a compliment, which was so at odds with the topic they were discussing, that Luke wondered if he was confused. Like Inigo Montoya... "You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means."
Then the youngest son (18) called tonight and said, "Mom? What does it mean when someone is 'implicated' in something?" And yes, I did get very quiet in that moment and listened intently to see if there were sirens or cops in the background of his phone call. I was almost afraid of answering that one, and more afraid to ask why he wanted to know. Turned out, someone had used it incorrectly and he was trying to settle a bet. (And no dictionary present, of course. That would just be wrong.)
You'll have to excuse me while I go write out things like my own obituary. I'm not leaving anything to chance or I might end up being "exasperating." However, I have decided that any important, top secret documents I might ever need to hide are going in the dictionary. The kids will never look there.
Posted by toni at January 6, 2005 10:33 PMSounds just like my mom and I. Whenever I need to know a word or verify the meaning, I give her a call. Hell, I'm 40 (going to be 41 in a few weeks) and I still call her to verify words.
When she answers the phone I tell her I need to talk to "she who knows everything" as I swear, the woman knows what all words mean.
It's a beautiful thing.
Posted by: Claudia at January 6, 2005 11:24 PMFunnny, my parents always called ME. Especially my father. Especially when he wanted to use the word to exasperate my mother. He did it for sport. Of course, he was blind and didn't have many other options.
-G
Posted by: Garrison Steelle at January 7, 2005 01:01 PMhehe...rather funny. see i'm sort of a bookworm myself but I socialize like crazy. [ahm 15 btw]. And i know how you mean...rather i actually spell and verify words for my teachers -and- my parents
Posted by: Tammi at January 7, 2005 04:27 PMYou write as clear and as articulate as any blog I've come across. I just wanted to drop a note letting you know :-)
Posted by: Dave at January 7, 2005 09:08 PMThat was a hilarious post!
Posted by: FoFuSa at January 11, 2005 01:46 AMThat ending was very funny! Good story.
Posted by: Sparkle at January 12, 2005 02:45 PM