|This is a juice box - a box with juice, see?|
I glanced over and smiled inwardly, but played innocent.
"A juice box?", I questioned with interest.
"You know, an old-timey record player," he explained. (First, how does an 8 year old know about record players?)
Andrew and I smiled. And Michael learned the difference in a juice box and a jukebox!
This reminds me of the time my way-younger-than-me brother was little and kept saying "valilla" for the flavoring. I told him to watch my mouth as I emphasized each syllable "vuh-NIL-luh." And he said vanilla right from then on. I kind of regretted that as I rather like when little kids mispronounce words on occasion.
Actually what am I talking about?! Some folks in this country would daresay I mispronounce some words because of my oh-so-charming southern accent. For starters I say min, tin, pin, uh gin. At least I don't type in my accent. See: men, ten, pen, again. You understood my written words, right?
What words do you tend to mispronounce or hear mispronounced by those close to you?
A foreign friend of mine who shall remain nameless laughs when I say "hamburger." Yes, he finds it so hilarious that I pronounce this word like an American!
Hellooooooooooo, Nameless Friend!
|I am an American!|
Photo of Susanne, Teresa and Denise - July 3, 2009