The darling mispronunciations of childhood!--dear me, there's no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again.
-Mark Twain

Sunday, May 23, 2010

My Niece, Hannah, 3

Jamie: Hannah told me this morning that her tummy hurt so she went to the potty and it was a bit runny. So we are at lunch today and we went into the bathroom and I asked how her tummy was feeling. She said:

"I fine, I not poop peanut butter." :)
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