Calling Maximilian a ‘loganamnosist’ is an understatement. His ‘lexiphanic’ language is incomprehensible. Why he uses such long words discombobulates me!
He says today’s lazy-speak (my word, not his) is ‘symptomatic of the gradational decline in the standard of articulated and scripted English’.
“Max” I said. Mistake!
“My designated nomenclature is Max-i-mil-ian” he enunciated. He claims it’s Latin for ‘the greatest’. Yea, in your dreams chum!
He’ll never change. Max without long words just wouldn’t be Maximilian!
*In case you are wondering, a loganamnosist is someone with a fascination for long lost and archaic words, and lexiphanic means to use pretentious vocabulary or grandiose phraseology. I just thought I’d have a go at being a legolept myself!
Millie and Billy are best friends and love playing together. They are fearless too. Billy likes spinning around until he’s dizzy and Millie once ate a sprout! Yuc!
Yesterday they played creepy-crawly-dare. Billy dared Millie to pick up a wiggly worm and Millie dared Billy to prod a grasshopper. She let a caterpillar walk up her arm, and he sat a slimy slug on his nose!
Millie told Billy to shut his eyes and open his hand. She put a hairy spider in his palm then told him to look. Billy screamed and ran away. It seems he’s not so fearless after all!
Thanks to Rochelle for hosting and to Miles Rost for the photo.