Dear Kelly Belly,
Someday, probably far too soon, you’ll stop calling your favorite ride, “The Carouself”. It will be a sad day for me. I won’t teach you the correct pronunciation, but your Daddy probably will. He’s the reason we no longer have pank-panks for breakfast or put ban-bans on our boo boos. He has a thing about…English, I guess. He’s right, but for today, let’s remember the sunny fall day you and I took a ride on the Zoo Carouself, just the two of us.
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You know blogs are great for remembering things like that – I keep a journal and in the back I used to write down funny little things that Scout would say – and all of the cute little blessings and songs that he learned in pre-school – not trusting my faulty memory for ‘an-ty-thing’…