Over Thanksgiving, my hubby and I went back to Ohio for a visit. My two-and-a-half-year-old granddaughter had us wrapped around her finger in a heartbeat.
While there, my daughter-in-law had my granddaughter repeat her alphabet. As a very proud grandmother, I listened to her as she echoed back her mother’s prompt. A . . . a, B . . . b, C . . . c, and so on.
The repetition of letters proceeded on queue through the alphabet: R . . . r, S . . . s, T . . . t, U . . .
My granddaughter threw up her hands like a football referee and yelled . . . Me!