"Bum byage," said a 7-yr-old I know recently.
There was a pause, and then he continued.
"I don't actually know what that means," he said.
"Neither do I," I said.
"I think it's something sailors say," he said.
"Oh!" I said. "You mean bon voyage."
Another 7-yr-old I know was with me in the car as I drove down windy country lanes after a rainstorm, gleefully speeding through all the largest puddles and aiming to make the biggest splash possible.
"This is fun," he said. "Can I do it again?"
"Yes if you want," I said. "I've got to go back to get the others anyway."
"No," said the first seven-year-old. "He means come on holiday with us again."
"Oh I'm sorry," I said. "I misunderstood."
"People always misunderstand me," said the second 7-yr-old.
"Yeah, it's cuz I don't really actually got the words to mean what I mean."
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