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

Monday, December 12, 2011

Austin, 4 - Crocodile Pumpkins


This is the Jack'o lantern I made this year



And Austin--bless his sweet little heart, he didn't like the big pumpkin eating the little pumpkin. So he told me how he had learned that mother crocodiles carry their babies in their mouth & that we should say these are crocodile pumpkins :)

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