Highbrow literary criticism from the mind and mouth of a four-year-old.
Raelyn: We listened to the story “Make Way For Duck-a-lins” today.
Me: What did you say?
Raelyn: (Enunciating each syllable as though I’m partially deaf or from a foreign country) Make. Way. For. Duck. Uh. Lins.
Me: Don’t you mean ducklings?
Raelyn: That’s what I said. Duck-a-lins.
Jenn: (Stifling a snicker). We have that book at home, Raelyn.
Raelyn: I know that (since she’s at that age – for girls I’m told it’s between 2 and death – where she knows everything).
They actually have the book on CD, so I’m pretty sure it’s not a teacher mispronouncing this word or the narrator, but just a beautiful, cute, endearing quirk of youth she repeats.
I wish she could be 4 forever.