Last night while reading to Rebecca, the story took a turn.
She looks at me and says "Mom, I don't trust that guy, nor his accent".
I laugh.
She thinks.
I wait (still laughing), while the cogs in her head turn.
"The accent is you, Mom?"
Enunciation aside, I don't trust him either - we will have to wait until tonight to find out.
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