Ossian asked me whether I thought she would like the new boy who is slated to start preschool.  “Yes,” I answered, “I think you’ll like him” after her vehement rejection of my initial “I don’t know, what do you think” answer.  “I think he’ll like me, too,” she replied.  I like that self-esteem, I thought….

Then she said, “AND, he’s really electable.”

“Did you say he’s electable?”, I inquired searching my mental archives, as I often do, for a similar sounding word she might have intended instead.

“Yes, mommy.  He’s electable,”  she asserted before returning to her vibrant collage-making.