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

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Austin, 3

I ordered the kids new swimsuits & they were really excited when the package came for them...Austin tried on his swim trunks & wore them all day. When Nase came home he proudly showed him his new shorts, saying:
"The mailman gave them to me!"
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