Was v were. I never thought I’d be THAT mom.
“Momma, I were at school yesterday and -” my daughter starts.
“Was. You was at school yesterday.” I’m such a jerk.
“You was not at school yesterday, I were.” Correct. I were not, you was.
“No, I WAS at school yesterday, NOT I were.” My final attempt at teaching good grammar.
Her, exasperated: “You was not at school, Momma! I were.”
Like a nightmare flashback of Abbott and Costello’s “Who’s on First” in the making. Where are the cameras? I’m being punked.
Keep in mind, my correcting her is VERY recent. I’ve listened to was/were reversals for months now.
“Momma, if Reiny and I was at school together, is it was or were?” We are on to something here. If I can’t communicate this concept, maybe with the help of a stuffed reindeer, we will be golden.
“Ahhh, yes. If there is more than one of you, it is were. If it’s just you, then it is was.” I am pleased she is making the plural form connection, which we’ve touched on a few times.
“Momma, where is Reiny?” Uh oh.
“She stepped out back to smoke a cigarette.” Me, trying to cover for the fact that I forgot Reiny at home when I came to pick up the kids. Along with their snack.
“Reiny doesn’t smoke.” Seriously? Then who is leaving their butts outside my back door?
“Then she is at driving lessons, with Alec.” I took at stab here. Last week, my daughter swore Reiny had enrolled in driver’s ed.
“Reiny hates Alec. He makes fun of her in ballet class. Plus she doesn’t drive, Momma.” This is all news to me. In fact: Newsflash. Reiny doesn’t smoke, drive or take ballet. And who is Alec? We don’t know a single person named Alec. Yet these are all things that YOU, child, have told me she is doing over the past week when I ask YOU where she is. I was just playing the game.
“Ok, baby. I have a confession. Reiny isn’t feeling well and she’s at home in my bed.” I come clean. Kind of.
“Did she throw up?”
Oh my goodness. Really?
“I don’t know baby. She were not throwing up when I left her this morning.” BAHAHAHAHA! So bad.
And now you know why I am rechecking my medications, giving up gluten, catching up on past church messages, listening to soothing classical Indian ragas and meditating like a boss. All in my free time.