Time for some vocab. After I finish laughing.

Eden’s doing a report on Thomas Edison for our homeschool co-op. A voracious reader with a seven year old vocabulary, she was telling me about what she’d read.

“A bear he’d caught in town and tied to a tree broke loose, blundered into his lab, and wrecked hay-vock. What’s hay-vock mean anyway? And I don’t know what blundered means either.”

Wreaked. Havoc.

She’d read it a week earlier.

I need her memory. She needs a dictionary.