Every night before bed, I spend about half an hour reading with James, who is now three and a half. He can (sort of) write his own name and recognizes certain written words and, according to his teachers, he’s well-spoken relative to his age.
But as a whatever the opposite of a Tiger Dad is (Sloth Dad?), every now and again I’ll try to correct some of the things he’ll say. For example, he’ll say, ‘Want to read it." when he means "I want you to read this to me." Or, more commonly, "What’s it says?" for "What does it say?"
James (looking at a book title): What’s it says?
Me: It’s ‘What does it say?’
James: I don’t know.
Me: No, when you want to know what something says, you ask, ‘What does it say?’
James: What does…
Me: Right…’What does…’
James: …it say?
Me: ‘What does it say?’
James: I don’t know
Me: No, you say ‘What does it say?’
James: I don’t know what it says.
James: What’s it says?
Me: *sigh* It says Monkey with a Tool Belt and the Noisy Problem.