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, November 26, 2010

Austin, 3

(I just remembered this one when Dad repeated it)
Austin's Grampa took him w/him for a day of fun & gallivanting. I didn't know if he needed dinner so I asked him if he'd eaten w/Grampa--he told me:
"I eated nothing"
When I asked my dad it turned out they'd eaten McDonalds, a treat here, a snack there...etc, etc

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