Archive for January, 2008

I just love these…

January 12th, 2008

The darling mispronunciations of childhood! — dear me, there’s no music that can touch it; and how one grieves when it wastes away and dissolves into correctness, knowing it will never visit his bereaved ear again. – Mark Twain – A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur’s Court

Becca’s excited about going skating today: “We’re going to an indoor marina made ‘specially so people can skate without getting cold”