Last Christmas, to help my young reader, I bought a picture dictionary. Now when I was a boy, I remembered having this decent sized dictionary that had illustrations for most of the object words, but that was a semi-decent dictionary in its own right. So when Christmas approached, I went through reviews and found one that came recommended on Amazon.
What a mistake.
The dictionary has maybe, maybe, a few hundred words in it, tops. And the sad thing my six year tells me tonight? Maybe when she gets her next dictionary, it can be without pictures, so there’s room for more words in it.
~sigh~
And why, you may ask, is my six year old concerned about a dictionary? Simply put, she’s tired of observing me struggle to make word counts for nanowrimo (you didn’t think a post would go by in November without a mention, did you?) and is trying to write her own story about peacocks. A word that is missing from her dictionary. Along with “once”. And “all”.
(Dear nanowrimo judges: would you notice if my novel digresses into a story about peacocks?)