Ever since I can remember, I do this thing with the refrigerator. I walk in the kitchen, open it and just stare. I don’t know why. Common sense tells me (or anyone, really) that nothing is going to magically appear in it. Every single time I’ve done this, the fridge has the exact same stuff in it as the last time I opened it. Yet I stare……and stare.
Last night I opened the freezer and found a half-gallon of sherbet that we bought a few weeks back. When I was a kid, I called it sherBERT. I still find myself calling it that occasionally, too. Funny. SherBERT. Did you have any amusing mispronunciations as a kid that you can remember? Do they still occasionally creep into your mind today?