Out of the mouths of babes…
…comes some really bizarre stuff.
I have a student who has difficulties with articulation. It’s very hard to understand him at times.
One day after lunch I was carrying my empty plastic-ware container that had held spaghetti. There were still a few streaks of sauce in it. This particular child saw it, and asked what it was. I absently told him it had held my lunch. He seemed to be thinking for a moment, maybe about his own school lunch which had been lasagna. Then he asked me (remember, he has a speech problem), “Oh, was it vaginza?”
I swear to God, I couldn’t say anything for a moment. It sounded like a weird mingling of ‘bedazzled vagina’.
I may never be able to eat spaghetti or lasagna again.