Sunday, October 9, 2011

Ridiclious

Is it wrong?  I love their mispronunciations.  I love it.  I called flowers samus far longer than Elsa did, hoping to keep her saying until she was at least fourteen.  I dread the end of lellow.  And, while waiting for Grammy and Grandpa to show up at the beach, Jesse and I were having fun assuring the children that they were on motorcycles.  And David said, "Mommy, that's ridiclious."  It's delicious, and I am desperate for more.  How can I make him say it again without saying it myself, so he doesn't suddenly get the hang of the word?  Because then it will be gone.

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