As of today, Charming has taken on a whole new speech pattern; making one syllable words into two.
I want a baa-ath.
Don't want to go to be-ed.
Can't find Ki-ing.
AH-I ca-an nah-ot thi-ink uh-uhv uh-nu-th-ur.
But you get my drift.
All. Of. Them.
And just when I was beginning to understand him.
Be glad you get/give the drift, with my blown out ear and the new thingie in my other ear, I am just starting to get the drift. Good ears are great, I think. Can't remember having one. Even if my lost coffee cup could yell for me, I still couldn't find it. Where is that darn thing anyway. Sr.
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