It's Not "Trouble With Her R's"

If I get one wish today, it's that Isabella not be able to pronounce her L's nor her R's until she's well into her twenties.

I picket the Maggots up yesterday, from The School That Makes Little Kids Stand Out In The Direct Sun Until Their Parents Come For Them.  Gabe got another SmileyFace from his teacher, tacit and tactile approval of his classroom conduct, and was eager to get home, get his homework done and jump on that new LegoLand video game  (Homework Assignment: "Write seven funny sentences using today's spelling words" One of the words is Patriot: 

"Patriot missles supplied by the US have killed many thousands in the mid-east."  LET HIM MAKE UP HIS OWN SENTENCES FROM NOW ON, GRAMPA!!!

Bella is concerned about recent familial developments.  "Gampa, is Nana still sick in huh tummy?"  Not nearly so bad today, sweetie, in fact she's meeting us over at your house.  "Is she still bowfing?"  Not even once today, honey, just yesterday and during the night.  "Well, if she half to bowf at ow house, you tell huh it okay to bowf in the toiwet, but she shouldn't bowf in the popcohn bowl like mommy did."