One of my pre-parenthood fears has come true. I’ve become dumber. Thanks to incessantly informing/educating my one-year-old son about everything around him, I now find myself declaring imperatives, nouns and adjectives to all and sundry, even when I’m out in the “real world”. Frankly, there’s more exposition at hand than the start of the second episode of a F·R·I·E·N·D·S two-parter.
Oh good, it’s not just me.
No… I know say “Golly” far more than I say “F!@#”, which five years ago was every fourth word.