Correcting a corrector
One of our parenting challenges lately has been teaching the boys to not be so quick to correct other people. My oldest, for example, has latched on to the word “actually.”
“Actually, Daddy, this isn’t the way to the grocery store.”
It’s been driving me crazy. Not only is he trying to correct people, but he’s often wrong when he’s doing the correcting.
The other day in the car, we had another flare-up.
“Actually,” the big guy said to his brother. “Scooby doo doesn’t say Rooby-dooby-doo! He actually says Scooby-dooby-doo!'”
“Stop,” his little brother shouted.
“What? It’s true.”
“Stop corrupting me!”
Corrupting, correcting, what’s the difference, really? Besides, I couldn’t correct him without, uh, correcting him.
[Editor’s note: For the record, in some versions of Scooby Doo, he says “Rooby-dooby-doo!” and in others he says “Scooby-dooby-doo!”]