Okay….I felt the need to follow up yesterday’s post with something a bit lighter…..It’s Another Kiara story. Without further adieu…..

When we lived in Clovis, New Mexico, we drove past a little man made lake that wasn’t too far from the house.  Kiara (who seemingly could NEVER bypass an excuse to ask a question) decides to fire one off.

Kiara:  “Daddy, are there “addygayduhs” in the water?”

After I figuured out what she was trying to say, and after almost choking from trying to keep myself from laughing at her pronunciation of alligators, I realized that she was really struggling to say it….so, of course, I did what any caring loving father would do.  I asked her to repeat it. (It was FUNNY.  SUE ME!)

Me: “wha..?”

Kiara: Are there any  “addygayduhs” in the wadduh?

Me: “Huh?” (I hadn’t had enough yet.)

Kiara:  “Addygayduhs, Dad… are there any…. in…. the…. wadd…uh?”  You could hear the agitation creeping into her voice

Me:  “Whatchu say?”

Kiara responds with the straightest of faces: “Listen, Daddy, listen…..Add…dee…..gay….duhs”  with pauses and hand signals between each syllable like she had to wait for me to catch up.

Did I just get verbally and  intellectually pistol whipped…….by a 6 yr. old?!?!?!?