pronunciation...

a few mornings ago, william and i were sitting across the table from each other eating breakfast.  he was eating his cereal and reading the comics while i was eating my toast and reading the sports page.

william:  "mama, what does whore mean?"
me:  choking on my breakfast..."what?!?"
william:  "whore.  what's it mean?"
me:  "what are you talking about?  where did you hear that?"
william:  "on your shirt.  it says happy whore."
me:  "no, bud.  that's hour.  happy hour."

and now my favorite shirt has a whole new meaning.

(and miss dennis...you've still got some work to do!!!)  :)