Why, thank you! Eleventy…belongs to my son. Or should I say, belonged? Because kids always outgrow the cute wrong ways they use words. But I loved it when he’d say, “Seventy, eighty, ninety, 100, eleventy…” He always stopped there like he knew that wasn’t QUITE right but…

So, here’s a funny story:

One morning when my daughter was two, I picked her up from daycare and she said, “Mommy, I beed really, really hayve today.”

I said, “What?”

“I beed really hayve.”

OHHH

When I would drop her off, I’d say, “Behave for Miss Myrna, sweetie. Okay?” and she’d say, “Okay, Mommy.”

She thought it was like when I would say, “Be good!”

Be hayve!

lmao