DB has updated his pronunciation of his school friends’ favorite superhero, from “Gravel Hock” (huh?) to “Credible Hock” (ohhhh…). He learns some very interesting things at school from his peer group of boys in their late threes and early fours.
I would love to see a comic book parody about this Credible Hock guy. By day, a mild-mannered and scrupulously honest pawnshop owner. By night, a crusader for justice who fights petty criminals by sneaking up behind them and clearing his throat really hard. But then he has to go look for a tissue and a trash can, because he can’t spit onto the sidewalk – that would be littering.
What will I do when DB gets older and becomes more worldly? If I have to rely on my personal creativity alone, I will have nothing funny to write.
Believe me, they get funnier as they get older. I have no doubts your creativity will only blossom.
You don’t want me to get angry. I have a lot of evidence that shows that people are rather unhappy when I get angry.
These malapropisms melt away all too quickly, so it’s important to capture them in media like this that are more dependable than parental memory. Of course, if you just keep peppering them into your own speech, they can last forever.