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Rocko Bama for President!

I was explaining to Mallory the other night that we'll be electing a new president soon, and then told her who my particular favorite was. She was intrigued by his name and kept asking me to pronounce it; then she asked if the other people who wanted to be president were "bad guys." I said, "Yes! They're evil, evil I tell you!" No, I actually said, "No, they're not bad guys, and one is actually a woman, they just have ideas that I disagree with."

Last night the phone rang and Mallory ran to answer it. She listened for a minute and then her eyes got really wide. "Mommy, you gotta hear this!" she said, bringing me the receiver. I listened; it was a robo-call from my candidate, in his own voice, encouraging me to vote in our upcoming primary. "Do you know who that was?" I asked Mallory.

"It was Rocko Bama!" she said excitedly.

Close enough.




And, just to drive home the point that my daughter is no master of elocution, last night she and Phoebe had this exchange:

Phoebe: Mommy, I want some wallemon.

Mallory: Phoebe, it's pronounced wallermelon.

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aimee said…
Rocko Bama! I love it!

Yeah, the older ones always think they know. Rhett was pronouncing "cleanser" like cleans-her and arguing with me about which one was right.
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