The wee one just came up to me, grinned and said, "Get me a juicebox, dee-otch."
"Excuse me?" I said, eyes narrowing.
He laughed merrily. "Get me a juicebox, dee-otch!"
Oh no he di’int.
"Where did you hear that?" I demanded, struggling against my instinct to correct his pronunciation.
"In the movie with the robot."
I briefly debate blowing it off and telling him it’s "Please get me a juicebox, dee-otch." But then I worry he may say this to someone else one day and they won’t think it’s as funny as I do.
So the movie with the robot goes on the shelf for a while.
I know, I know. That’s a real dee-otchy thing to do. Alas.
Haiku of the Day 
That is so funny… You mamas… so many decisions to make, like, ALL the time… Oh, and: “Oh no he di’int.” *Snork!* You, Kari, are so ghetto-fabulous… 🙂 -Joy
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Wow. I can see you contemplating correcting the wording though… *shakes head* I would have gotten my butt spanked for that!
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I have told this story to about 50 people already. HILARIOUS!
It’s hilarious because it happened to you, not me. If my wee one said that to me, I’d probably dee-otch slap him. ha ha ha (not really. but I would want to.)
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