“Where do all the silent p’s go?”
The Five-Year-Old’s theory: A hobbit, the size of a Five-Year-Old’s foot, is hording the missing socks and silent p’s. One can only assume that he’s using the socks as sleeping bags and snoring with the p’s.
After hearing Daddyo explain to The Five-Year-Old that in words like ‘pneumonia’ and ‘pteranodon’ the ‘p’ is silent:
Mommyo, facetiously: “Where do all the silent p’s go?”
The Five-Year-Old, excitedly: “In front!”
Daddyo, authoritatively: “Wherever my socks went.”
One Response to ““Where do all the silent p’s go?””
I’m thinking that they are all with “poor ole Charlie ‘neath the streets of Boston, riding on the MTA”
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