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

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

Austin, 3

Dilly-Dallying on his way out of church, Austin was banging on the pillars outside:
Mom, did the pioneers make these?
Me: No, the pioneers didn't make these ones.
Austin: Did the Japanese make them?
(a few min's later): What are Japanese?

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