Children often try to find the patterns and rules in the world. When something doesn’t fit with the pattern they’re learning, they ask me about it. Maybe because of that, I find myself thinking these sorts of things: How come disappointed isn’t the opposite of appointed? Why don’t we say sitted? If we do that, shouldn’t we say fat instead of fitted?
Then at the grocery store today: how can there be a “white russet” potato? Why aren’t the red potatoes called russet potatoes?
I don’t let these things keep my up at night, though. Mostly because I’m already awake at night, with the lyrics to history songs running through my mind. “In 1620 the pilgrims. . .”