Thursday we were all loaded up in Alan’s car, heading over the river and through the woods with his kids in the backseat, on our way to their Grandma’s house for Thanksgiving.
His son, who is in sixth grade, was playing a game on his phone. “Oh no!” he exclaimed. “I just killed a unihorse!”
“A unihorse?” Alan asked. “Is that a single horse or a horse with a small horse coming out of his head?”
“No,” his son corrected, “It’s like a unicorn but it’s called a unihorse.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Alan continued. “Because in Latin ‘uni’ means ‘one’ so technically that means one horse.”
“Yeah,” his son agreed. “It sounds funny, but when I was younger, I used to think unicorn meant one corn.”
“Well, that kind of makes sense,” Alan offered, “Because in Latin, ‘corn’ means ‘horn.'”
After a five second pause, his son said, “Well, that certainly gives a whole new meaning to the word ‘corny.'”
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