Dorothy was reading aloud, and I commented that I was enjoying the book, but that the chapters are too long. "I like short-chapter books," I said. Dorothy smoothly replied, "You probably should say short-chaptered books, not short chapter books."
My orchid is starting to bloom again. "Dorothy, the bloom is open even more now!" I announced. "Oooohhh," she replied. "Can you see it from there?" I asked. In the sweetest way, Dorothy answered, "No, but that's okay, because I don't really care."
I was naming some classically embarrassing scenarios, like having a sock static-clinged to your dress clothes, toilet paper stuck to your shoe, or, finally, tucking your dress into your underwear. "Oh, yeah," Dorothy reacted to the last example. "My teachers are always alerting me to that."
I told Dorothy that her friend is going to have a birthday party at Chuck E. Cheese. She scrunched her nose and said, "My friends talk about that. I don't know what it is." I explained that it is a pizza restaurant with games or characters. "Oh, that sounds fun," she said. "I didn't like it because of the name. I mean, who likes cheese that is chunky?"