Hi, my name is Allison, and I'm a grammar nerd.
Whew. I feel so much better now.
I like grammar. I actually enjoyed diagramming sentences in English class. There was a certain satisfaction in being able to break a sentence down and put all its parts away in their own little space. I pretty much always aced my spelling tests (I came in 4th in the school-wide spelling bee when I was in 4th grade - I will never, ever forget how to spell "heirloom".) One of my favorite books is Eats, Shoots, & Leaves. I can't text "properly" because it kills me to leave out punctuation and shorten words to "L8R" or "GR8". Apostrophes make me cry sometimes. I try not to judge other people for their grammar errors (I do understand the fact that not everyone is as big a nerd as I am), but I'm terrified of people judging me for mine.
But my own insecurities have nothing to do with this story. Except that I'm pretty particular about the way my kids speak. From the time they were little I made sure that I was speaking to them properly so they'd learn how to speak properly themselves. It's become a game with the older two. They try to make me crazy by speaking as grammatically incorrectly as they can, and I get all pretend angry with them and correct them over and over. It's all fun and games until Mom starts to cry because they won't stop saying "ain't".
I had no idea, though, that my obsession was rubbing off on the littlest one.
Tonight Ellie came to me and announced, "Hey Mom, I know the right way to sing this song. Because this isn't the right way: 'Girls rule the planet! Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupider!' The right way is this: 'Girls rule the planet! Boys go to Jupiter to get more stupid!'"