As I was unloading the groceries from the back of the car yesterday, I said to Mini-Husband that he couldn't do something.
"What did you say," he asked me?
"I said, 'You can't do that.'"
A look of consternation came across his face. I waited for the battle to start and tried to ready myself for a force of wills.
Instead he looked at me and asked,
"Mom, how does Daddy day 'can't'?"
"Well," I replied, taken slightly off guard, "he says it a little differently than I do because of his accent. Daddy says 'caughn't' whereas I say 'caan't'."
Mini-Husband paused for a second and then repeated the word in both accents.
"Caughn't. Yes, caughn't. You know, it sounds better in English, Mom."