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

Saturday, July 2, 2011

Austin, 4 - Dummy

I was sleeping down in the guest bed a few days ago (I've been waking up in pain this last trimester--that bed is a little better.) I heard Austin calling down to me--I couldn't make out what he was saying; as I walked into my room where he'd been sleeping in our bed he says to me with a sad look:

"I'm 100 percent dummy."

(My fears were confirmed--he'd wet the bed(!)...I couldn't be mad at him--he felt bad enough):
Posted by at

No comments:

Post a Comment

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)