Somehow my youngest child speaks with a southern drawl. This wouldn’t be particularly noteworthy if it weren’t for the fact that neither my husband nor I have a southern accent. Nor do any relatives, close friends, distant acquaintances, or any TV cartoon she has ever been exposed to in her two and a half years. Don’t get me wrong, I think it’s rather charming. It’s sort of Cajun yet has a feeling of being a little bit out-of-place in time. Perhaps Gone With the Wind-ish…. In any case, I just love to listen to her talk!
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