The other day as I was cooking (a.k.a. heating and stirring), my older kids sat at the kitchen table playing a word game.
I wasn’t paying close attention, but I knew my daughter was asking my son some questions and giving him multiple choice answers. And as long as he followed her directions exactly, there was peace.
I don’t know where she gets that from.
“Nope! You are wrong!” my daughter declared triumphantly. Encouragement may not be her gift.
“Stay here,” she commands and comes over to the stove where I am laboring over macaroni and says, “Mom, we’re playing idioms. Can you give me another one, so I can see if he can guess the meaning?”
I must confess even though I have a degree in English, I couldn’t recall the definition of the word idiom, much less an example. Probably because I was using so much energy and brain cells on cooking.
I told my daughter as much and she looked disgusted. It must be hard to be gifted and talented and live with such trolls.
She returned to her seat and looked into the face of little brother. “Do you even know what an idiom is?”
He paused. I leaned in, hoping to hear the answer. He scratched his head and pushed up his glasses. I could tell he wanted to please his big sister.
“Am I an idiom?” he asked earnestly.
I laughed and said, “No, honey, but great minds think alike.”
My daughter stood and declared, “That’s an idiom.”
And so it is.