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		<title>By: Rob</title>
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		<dc:creator>Rob</dc:creator>
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		<description>I always hear lots of anecdotes from people saying that kids will correct their parents in the following fashion:
Kid. Dal
Parent: You want to play with the dal?
Kid. No, not Dal, *Dal*</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I always hear lots of anecdotes from people saying that kids will correct their parents in the following fashion:<br />
Kid. Dal<br />
Parent: You want to play with the dal?<br />
Kid. No, not Dal, *Dal*</p>
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		<title>By: Marcy</title>
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		<dc:creator>Marcy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 01 Jul 2009 05:44:13 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Kevin, thanks for the video.  I love these questions, too, and I always wish I had been a linguist - but I finished coursework in English when my son was born and I couldn&#039;t afford to switch horses at that point, so pragmatic concerns prevailed.  I&#039;ve always been interested, though.

I still remember vividly the day my son divided the world into &quot;juice&quot; and &quot;ball.&quot;  And my favorite syntactic malapropism, as it were, came from my 15-month-old daughter, when we lived in a 2-story+basement house.  She used to call me by asking, &quot;What stairs are you?&quot; - a question she derived from my answer:  &quot;I&#039;m upstairs&quot; or &quot;I&#039;m downstairs.&quot; (Or, &quot;I&#039;m inthebasment.&quot; :)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Kevin, thanks for the video.  I love these questions, too, and I always wish I had been a linguist &#8211; but I finished coursework in English when my son was born and I couldn&#8217;t afford to switch horses at that point, so pragmatic concerns prevailed.  I&#8217;ve always been interested, though.</p>
<p>I still remember vividly the day my son divided the world into &#8220;juice&#8221; and &#8220;ball.&#8221;  And my favorite syntactic malapropism, as it were, came from my 15-month-old daughter, when we lived in a 2-story+basement house.  She used to call me by asking, &#8220;What stairs are you?&#8221; &#8211; a question she derived from my answer:  &#8220;I&#8217;m upstairs&#8221; or &#8220;I&#8217;m downstairs.&#8221; (Or, &#8220;I&#8217;m inthebasment.&#8221; :)</p>
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