“Where do all the silent p’s go?”

The Five-Year-Old’s other theory: A hobbit, the size of The Five-Year-Old’s foot and wearing a vacation hat, is hording all the 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.”

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About Shala Howell

Writer of things ranging from optical network switching white papers to genetic testing patient education materials to historical fiction set in an 1880s asylum. When I’m not scratching my head over pesky characters who refuse to do things how I want them done or dreaming of my next book (which will of course be much easier to write than the current one), my writerly self can be found blogging about life with a very curious Ten-Year-Old at Caterpickles.com, or musing about books and the writing life at BostonWriters.wordpress.com.
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One Response to “Where do all the silent p’s go?”

  1. Sheila says:

    I’m thinking that they are all with “poor ole Charlie ‘neath the streets of Boston, riding on the MTA”

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