We spent some time with friends a couple of weekends ago. One of our friends has a 3 year old girl. She is beyond delightful and is a mess. For my non-Southern readers, being a mess is kind of a good thing. You shake your head as you call them a mess. Typically, the person is a barrel of fun and you "can't do nothin' with them." This little girl was sitting in the floor in her skirt and proclaimed out of the blue that "my momma didn't put me on no britches." She is definitely a proper Southern girl. She says taters and momma and lightnin' bug. The closer you live to any big city the more you lose the accent. My daughter isn't talking yet, but my momma wants her to speak with the same wonderful accent as this little girl. I guess I'm going to have to get her daddy to stop speaking Northern to her and say a prayer to Ida Claire.