Sunday, March 9, 2008

Admission

My kids would occasionally mispronounce words and I wouldn’t correct them. In fact, I’d sometimes encourage them to keep mispronouncing stuff because it was so incredibly cute. For example, when asked who his favorite president was, my son Jake would reply “Neighborhood Lincoln.” I felt kind of bad when he found out Lincoln's actual first name, though I can’t imagine one wrong answer on the SAT made that much of a difference.

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