Growing up, my brothers and I would often mumble, prompting my mother to issue an edict: “Enunciate!” As a former English teacher, she would often throw Latin phrases at us. “Gallia est divisa en partes tres!” she’d bark at us. “If you know Latin, you know English.” All we really wanted to do was go to Chuck E. Cheese’s!
After my son was born, I found that I’d picked up some of my mom’s phrases and habits. I started to wonder if some of her outrageous theories based on numerology and Nostradamus had any merit (jury is still out on both). And then a few weeks ago, my son muttered a response when I asked what he wanted for dinner. Uh-oh. I feel it churning… it’s about to blow!
“Enunciate!” I said. He looked at me quizzically. “Speak clearly, honey. Say it as if you’ve got something to say.” Eye roll at two o’clock.
Later that day, I wandered into my son’s room to put away some clothes and I said under my breath, “wonder if these socks still fit?” and my son jabbed a finger into the air and said, “Enunciate!”
The one time he was actually listening to me. Hoist on my own petard!