becoshood

I met a man with a love of words just as deep as mine.
We met on St Patrick's Day, and the shower of golden words he shared, was better than any pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.
The magic of it all was; he bequeaths a profound, sometimes funny, vocabulary
word, one for each letter of the alphabet, to his grandchildren. Currently, I believe, they are somewhere near 'm'.
I was titillated with words like kakidrosis, intrepid, scalawag, and hallux! (sweat with fetid odor, fearless, rascal, and big toe)
His grandchildren use the words for improving school work, a political figure will 'abdicate' or the basketball team will face opposition 'intrepid'!  I told the grandsons, "Do you know how awesome your Grandfather is?" They knew, but looked disappointed that I did not use a more tantalizing tidbit of wit or whimsy to describe the Irishman with.
Perhaps I could have described him as: tremendous, epigrammatic, jocular, scintillating, ebullient, vivacious, & wily! But woe is me,  I am not as nimble-witted or facetious as their grandfather is!

What a great example for grandparents~a word a day!

My oldest sing sang the word onomatopoeia in grade K. The youngest in grade 5 during class discussions of solids, liquids and gases asked, 'What about plasmas?' Our input does make a difference! Turn off the TV and pick up a classic, Dickens, Harriet Beecher Stowe, or even Poe and read to your child!

The youngest still has angst over the story: 'The Tell-Tale Heart' which really originated with Edgar Allen Poe, and not mom, when she heard it around the campfire as a child.  Many years later in freshman LIT class, I was pronounced guilty of plagiarism!

The opportunities are everywhere. Share them with a meal. Becos means bread, bread is sustenance, as knowledge is sustenance.  Words lead to knowledge.  Children love to hear new words.