The boy is way into Calvin and Hobbes.
Me: What are you reading?
The boy: Calvin and Hobbies. I found it on the shelf downstairs.
Me: It’s pronounced Hobbes.
The boy: Oh.
Five minutes later.
The boy: For the next holiday, I want some more Calvin and Hobbies books.
Me: It’s Hobbes.
The boy: How do you know?
Me: Just one of those things a mother knows.
The boy: Hmmm.
Me: Are there other comics you like? [Every Sunday morning, the boy rushes out–usually in his underwear–to get the paper, which he then destroys in the family room to get to the comics.]
The boy: No, just Calvin and Hobbies.
Me: Hobbes!!
The boy: Uh, yeah, right.
Forget pronunciation. I think we need to work on basic “Trust your mother” issues!
My eight year old not only reads Calvin and Hobbes constantly, but she wants to then describe the plot to me.
“So mom, then Calvin is sitting with Hobbes, and they’re in this tree, and then Hobbes said this thing and then, um Calvin, fell and then, um, Mom, Calvin’s mom said, um…”
I still love Calvin and Hobbes though…