What a weird word. It never looks right when I spell it. There are many words that just don’t work with phonetics. Buffet, which Nathan, even though he knows how it is pronounced, always manages to say as “Buf-fet”.
Tonight, Nathan asked if he could stay up until 10pm. It may not be that late for some people, but to an 8 year old, whose usual school bedtime is between 8 and 8:30, 10 is super late. I told him sure he could, as long as he cleaned the living room. I didn’t actually think it would work, but he is in there, right now, singing about how it is so much fun to vacuum. I just hope he keeps feeling the same way. I may never have to vacuum again.
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