Easter 1999 ~ I’m in the back seat of Ed’s green Pathfinder with my friend Kayla, who is three, and we’re on the way to an Easter gathering at Wally and PJ’s place. Ed and Elaina (her grandparents raising her) are in front.
Kayla shows me the contents of her colored wicker basket and announces, “I got eggs.”
I say, “No, you have eggs.”
She says, “I know, I just said that.”
I say, “Look, it’s not, I ‘got’ eggs, it’s I ‘have’ eggs.”
She says, “You don’t got eggs. I got eggs.”
Ed says, “Uh oh, I can tell this is going to be a long ride.”
I say, “Kayla, this isn’t a possession conversation, it’s a grammar conversation.”
Ed, rolling his eyes in the rearview mirror, chimes in, “Great, that clears it right up for a three-year-old.”
She clutches her basket tightly to her chest and declares indignantly, “They’re mine!”
I ignore him and continue, “Darling, I know they’re yours and I’m not taking them, I promise, but when you have eggs in your basket you don’t say: I ‘got’ eggs, you say: I ‘have’ eggs.”
We arrive. Ed, relieved that this conversation is soon to be over, parks in front of the barn, Elaina, laughing, gathers her plates of pies and my chocolate brownies, and I unfasten Kayla from her car seat and she scrambles out the back. As we ready ourselves to join the party, Kayla looks up at me with her grandmother’s Irish blue eyes, shows me her collection again, and says proudly, “I have eggs.”
I straighten her crocheted cream-colored Easter outfit, rest my hand on top of her red hair, and beam at her freckled little face. “Yes, you do, my friend, yes, you do!”
And that’s how you teach grammar to a smart three-year-old.
© 1999. Catherine Sevenau.
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WTG says
I got eggs, too.