Perhaps I Need A New Hobby

I've noticed now that DJ is in 1st grade, he's really expanded his vocabulary. He likes to use words like vehicle, eventually, perhaps, challenging, predator, dehydrated, and imcrebidal on a regular basis. He also doesn't go to school, he goes to Excel Charter Academy. His favorite bird isn't an eagle, it's an American Bald Eagle. Apparently now he has decided that just naming colors by basic names is unacceptable, they must be named in the proper shade and he has no qualms about correcting his own mom to prove it. Case in point:

Me: Ok DJ, we need to get all the puzzle pieces turned over, that means get rid of all the green.
DJ: Mommy, I believe you mean churk boys.
Me: What did you just call me?
DJ: We have to get whid of churk boys.
Me: Excuse me? Your dad and I have never promoted violence, swearing yes, violence, no.
DJ Holding up a puzzle piece: These aren't green mommy, they're churk boys.
Me: Oooooooh, yes, true they are rather turquoise aren't they?

Once I "got" it, I found it quite hilarious and I tried every type of prompting I could to get him to say it as many times as possible Sunday afternoon.

Me: What color are these puzzle pieces again, DJ?
Me: DJ, would you say this is a green bag, maybe blue, or more.......what do you think?
Me: Tell grandma what color you get when you mix blue with green. Now tell papa.
Me: DJ, can you bring me that paper over there? No not the pink one, not the yellow one, that other color.....umm....you know.

Because really Readers, it was tough work getting my kids talking and then through their speech impediments, I think I've earned the right to laugh about it once in a while. Or all damn day, whatever.