Last night during dinner, you introduced your dad to the word “chrysalides.” You explained that this was the plural of the word, chrysalis.
I seconded your assertion because that’s what I learned with all your paperwork, notes back from the teacher, and school projects when you guys did a few weeks on the butterfly life-cycle. It was a word that I had never heard before this year and thought it was cool.
Then the following exchange occurred:
A: “Mommy? What was the word you had a kid for many chrysalis?”
M: “I think we used the word chrysalises.”
A: “But, it’s wrong.”
M: “Apparently, and now we know that.”
A: “Daddy? What did you call it?”
D: “I think I also would have called it chrysalises.”
A: “So, your teachers didn’t teach you that word when you were kids?”
D: “No, kiddo. I don’t think they did.”
M: “Or, it’s been so long since we were kids that we forgot.”
A: “Well, I’m never going to forget that word.”
3 seconds later:
A: “Hey, Mom? This pasta looks like chrysalises!”
Never forget, kiddo.