“Custard’s last stand.”
That’s what I hear my daughter say while playing in her room with her sisters.
I thought I probably just misheard.
Then I hear it again. Nope. I didn’t get it wrong. “Custard’s last stand.” That’s what she said.
Goodness knows why in the world this subject has even come up at all, but at this point, I pop my head in the room and say, “Custer. Custer’s last stand” and I give them the 30-second history lesson.
My daughter pauses, shrugs and says, “Well, I like to say it my way.”
Now, sometimes this might be cute, funny, or creative, but this time I pipe up with, “But that’s wrong. Custer is an actual person’s name from an actual historical event with an actual way to pronounce it. And it is Custer, not Custard.”
She’s not impressed.
After all, we like the way we do things, don’t we?…
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