I find it endearing when people can't spell. Dad, whose first language is not English, is an appalling speller. I have to read his letters aloud so the phonetic renderings make sense. L, despite being exceptionally clever, can't spell. So here's another dad-ism, repeated with the greatest affection:
Dad: 'Where should I get off the train?'
Me: 'Yer*****ton
Dad: 'Hang on, I'll write it down...how do you spell it?'
Me: 'Y...'
Dad: 'Y for William?'
9 LGBTQ-Inclusive Kids’ Books for National Poetry Month
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April is National Poetry Month, and these recent books in verse for young
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2 comments:
that's hilarious!
I haven't found a post from you for ages, is everything alright? Hope you are all well and happy, just busy
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