I was reading On Tidemill Lane to Anne and Betsy tonight, and trying to alternate between a Scottish accent and a German one, as Martha and her friend, Mrs. Edsel, conversed. My German slipped into my Scottish, and I laughed and said, "Oops ... Mrs. Edsel is suddenly from Scotland, I think."
Ramona, skipping through the room with a baby doll tied to her, sling-style, with a blanket, looked back over her shoulder and called out, "It's computer-generated Scottish."
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She must keep you in stitches much of the time. Whose sense of humor did she inherit anyway? We've never had one quite so witty around here. Maybe it's a third child thing.
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