I'm so proud of my little protege

I've been teaching Child 2 the term "sarcasm;" more like mentoring, really. It started simply enough, with me having to explain why I said "nice" when he threw his backpack out of the car, into the air and it landed on the sidewalk in front of school. He wanted to know why I thought that was nice when it clearly wasn't nice, and I explained that when you say something but you mean the exact opposite, that's called "sarcasm." He calls it "starcasm." He's so cute.

Anyhoozle, today after school he was telling me about the girl in his class who cried all day. "It made me so happy." He said. I was like "really? Why did that make you happy?" "No," he says, "I was being starcasm. It didn't make me happy but I said it made me happy. That's starcasm." "Ooooohhhhh," I said. "Good job." Then he went on to say "I used starcasm all day long today. I'm getting really good at it!"

Okay, maybe another lesson is in order. I hope his teacher doesn't hate me....

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