“One Mistersippi, two Mistersippi, three Mistersippi….”
(I start giggling uncontrollably.)
“What, Mommy? What’s so funny?”
“Mistersippi?” I ask.
“Yeah. ‘Cause that state is a boy state.”
(I try to stifle back another giggle but I’m unsuccessful.)
“Sweetie, it’s Mississippi.”
“Ohhhhh, so it’s a girl state! Thanks, Mom!”
He runs off to continue playing with his brother and I hear, “One Missus-sippi, two Missus-sippi, three Missus-sippi…”
Yep. Must be a girl state.
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