John and I have been playing Scrabble the last few nights, using Matt's grandma's set. The first night was pretty painful. There was a lot of he and it and in going on. Last night was better: goon, before we called the game on account of bedtime. Tonight was even better: zinc, glob, vat and cell.
Then, late in the game, he tried to play hexi. I objected on prefix grounds. He hotly contested the objection by not knowing what prefix meant, and then not knowing that a prefix was ineligible. "It means six, Mom," he argued, reaching for the dictionary. "YOU know? Hexigram? Hexigon [sic]? It means SIX!"
He was mollified only when I pointed out he could play hex instead (no L, alas). "Maia's almost hexi," he said defiantly as he removed the I.
"Yeah, but nobody talks like that," I said.
"Well then, maybe I'll just start," he replied.