A few days ago, Madison's Grandpa gave her a soft MN Wild hockey puck.
She has been carrying it around ever since she got it and kept calling it her "hockey game."
In the car last night, I corrected her. "Madison," I said, "it's a hockey puck."
Her response?
In a sweet little innocent voice, "hockey ph-uck."
That's the last time I'll correct her on that one.
1 comment:
Starting her early, eh Trac? :) Have a good Turkey Day!
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