It all started last year, I think. Whenever Tala got a little cold, we'd ask,"Do you have a plugged nose?" She would often report, "I got plug nose." It all became clearer when she once complained, "Dad, I got plug nose on my hand!" I guess, she meant "nose plug." Slowwy (as she says), Tala picked up on "blocked." This week, generous Dad brought home a case of sniffles and cough. Of course the word "blog" has lately figured into our conversations quite a bit, both as a noun and a verb. Put it all together: plugged, blocked, blog, and you get Tala running around and complaining, "Hey, my nose is blogged!" She's right, there it is.
Friday, September 16, 2005
Hey, my nose is blogged!
It all started last year, I think. Whenever Tala got a little cold, we'd ask,"Do you have a plugged nose?" She would often report, "I got plug nose." It all became clearer when she once complained, "Dad, I got plug nose on my hand!" I guess, she meant "nose plug." Slowwy (as she says), Tala picked up on "blocked." This week, generous Dad brought home a case of sniffles and cough. Of course the word "blog" has lately figured into our conversations quite a bit, both as a noun and a verb. Put it all together: plugged, blocked, blog, and you get Tala running around and complaining, "Hey, my nose is blogged!" She's right, there it is.
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