“Pride goeth before a fall,” my son says, as he stuffs a slice of pizza into his mouth.
“Really?” I ask. “What does that mean?”
He holds his finger up in a “wait a minute” gesture while he finishes chewing.
“Really good pizza,” he finally says. Then: “I wonder if anyone ever called William Clark ‘Bill’?
I have a lot of conversations like this. It seems to be a way that 10-year-olds have of finding out about the world: hearing a phrase and then repeating it back to someone, even though they have no idea what it means.
Other recent examples include “blow me” and “Stacy’s mom has got it going on.”