The way dad pronounce macaron. Not always. Just once. This unintentional joke were enough to bring the house down & send me rolling on the floor.
The way mom pronounce McDonald’s. Always.
No matter how hard we try to correct her, out goes McNonald every time.
The way I hurt my dog. Lately as in this year. Blood sputtered from his nails more time than all the years I’ve known him (just exaggerating but that’s how I felt).
From how I could never go wrong to so wrong this year.