Sometime last year Miss O checked out an A-Z Mystery from the li-berry and was reading it in bed. "Hey, mom, the kids were solving a mystery and they got on the yack-it and sailed away."
"Yack-it?" I repeated.
"Yeah! The yack-it. It's a big ship. See?" She held out the cover of the book for my edification: "The Yellow Yacht."
I gently told her how to say the word, but apparently my lesson did not weather the winter and spring.
Yesterday she came wailing into the room. "MAAAAMA! Where is the Yellow Yack-it?? I can't find it!"
Being the kind of mom who has few qualms over using her kid for entertainment purposes, I asked, "Wait, WHAT did you lose? WHAT was the title of that book?" just so I could hear her say it again.
Seems the kid had checked the book out again, only now she's -- librarians, cover your eyes!! -- lost it. When I pressed her on where she last had it, she hesitated and then slowly said, "Wellll, I might have had it in my hand when I went down to say hi to Alison. And I might have put it down on her porch. Or in her house. Or maybe in her car."
Too bad for Miss O and for the yellow yack-it, which is either locked in Alison's house or sailing its way to Michigan for a week of vacation. I KNEW that boat was trouble...