Check this out. Some way or another, my children have not yet been exposed to all the sarcastic comedic uses of the word "special". They can say "sarcasm," and for 5 and 6 year olds, they can give you a pretty good definition of it. Chances are, you might even hear them follow a sweet phrase with "By the way, I was using sarcasm." But they don't seem to know about Saturday Night Live's Church Lady of long ago. . . "Well, isn't that special??" (Be sure your sound is turned on, that's a link to an audio clip.)
Anyway, so far, James and Katie think the word "special" means just that, special. This is a good thing, er, was a good thing until this weekend. James is reading everything in sight these days and is very proud of this new skill. Kate is sounding words out but not able to read freely just yet, and this is a point of contention for her every single time she hears James read. Yesterday, James saw this orange sticker on the loaf of bread, read it, peeled it off, and stuck it on his shirt. This would be the only sticker of its kind in the house. He then proceeded to march by Katie, slowed down so she could see his treasure, and then announced:
Ha, ha, Kate! I'm special, and you are not!
Yes, I told him that wasn't a very nice thing to do to his sister. . . and then had to laugh :) Looks like it's going to be another entertaining week!