Saturday, March 27, 2010

As Dave is Leaving for Work ...

John wraps his little arms around Dave's legs and says in the sweetest voice ever: You can't go to work, Daddy. You can't.

When John is sad, "can't" comes out with a soft "a" and he sounds like an English school-boy.

When John is irate, "can't" rhymes with rant and has two, possibly three syllables.

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