Words take on a life of their own. As someone who spends much of his days dealing with language, it’s interesting and sometimes worrisome to see the changes take shape.
A recent conversation with my 4-year-old grandson brought one example into focus.
We were playing a game of some sort and bumped each other. I instinctively said, “Sorry.” I found his reply surprising.
“Sorry don’t butter the biscuits,” he said.
Apparently, this is a Southern cliché that he’s learned from his Alabama grandmother.
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