I made the girls fried eggs and toast this morning before school. It's their favorite breakfast and the most disappointed is the person who has to eat an egg where the yolk broke and cooked completely (yes I know about the dangers of uncooked yolks). The girls relish this hearty breakfast and swirl the runny yolk on their toast proclaiming the goodness of fried eggs. Today Hadley declared, "This tastes like splendor." I questioned her statement, wondering if she somehow knew the word Splenda and was confused. No confusion. She meant splendor---wonderful and delightful was her definition. Such phrases are music to this English teacher's heart. I hope conventional language never overtakes her little mind.