I'll make a Dill with you

Last Sunday, when I was festering in my anger from in my nursery classroom, I overheard a lurking parent say the following, "I'll make a dill with you. . ." A dill? How do you make a dill with someone? A dill pickle? or a dill like "your kid is being a total dill today"? That kind of dill?

And then she continued on: "I'll make a dill with you, You stay here and play games and I'll read you 3 stories when I get home." It then hit me that she was going to make a DEAL with her child.

And then on the radio, I heard they were advertising some sort of cheap airline trip that you could take with the hosts of the show. They said, "This is a great dill, so you won't want to miss out". Again I had to stop and think about why they would say "this is a great dill." I thought those TV and radio people were supposed to be trained to make sure they got rid of most of their accents. Oh well, I just laughed and moved on.

I still haven't gotten over the strange accent I hear around here. The funny thing is that I'll catch myself saying fill instead of feel and I'll stop, go back and correct myself. So I'm aware of it, and yet I still do it myself.

Eric Snider found this funny story about this same thing that happened right here in Utah. You can find it here. Go read it. it's short. I'll wait for you here. Isn't that funny? I told my mom that story and she laughed right out loud.

Anyway, so as to be an equal employing mocker, I'm going to tell a funny story about Marcelo. On Sunday I told him that I nursed Evi to sleep, but I was worried she wouldn't stay asleep. And he said, "Oh, she didn't Furbp?" I said, what did you just say? Say that word again. And he said, "Furbp". Ohh, the hilarity. Obviously he was trying to say BURP, but the past 4 and a half years he's heard me say it, he thought I was always sayin furbp. I do love my husband