In the annals of pastor-parenting: today Mookie sang in the children’s choir, and I didn’t cry.
According to her pronunciation, they sang the hymn “We Sing Now Togedder.” I am going to cry when the last of these mispronunciations vanishes. They’re on their way out. Mookie said “tooth” instead of “toof” last week, and Mookie’s Mommy and I looked at each other and sighed. She still says “bekkfast,” but that seems to be habit, since she doesn’t drop the “r” in other “br” words. Heck, after seven years of morning routine, I pronounce it “bekkfast.”
Anyway, it was a thrill to see her stand up so confidently and sing before the congregation. Now her stuffies are giving Grandpa a choir concert.