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!)
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?!?!?!?