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

Friday, July 9, 2010

Leka, 5

Leka has a way of making up insults then turning them into pet names...for the last few months she's 'lovingly' been calling me: "Hootie" or sometimes "Hey, Hootie-Head" :)
('Hoot-tee')
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