you wud wuv my dad

 

 

More than  anything I love a little one with the combination of both a speech impediment and a confidence in spite of it.

Little artist -in preparing a gift for Father’s day-

You wud wuv my dad, Nancy.

Oh I am sure I would but why do you say that?

He is vewy pyaful and snuggly

He sounds nice, Samantha.

He is not an outdoor dad.

What?

At this moment I realize she is talking about her cat.

My mom yikes to wun – she was in a wace on the weekend on Yonge Stweet.

Hey, I was in that wace! I mean race.

Did you come fuhst, Nancy?

Oh no, far from it.

My mom came second.

She did? Wow. She must be a marathoner.

Nope. She is Canadian.

 

 

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