The Clam: adventures in pronunciation with the Cackalacky Kid

Tonight, a scene from the car.

Noah: “Mom, can you be a silly mom when we get home?”

Me: “Sure. What does a silly mom do?”

“I want you to be a cl…..”

“A clam?

“No, a “cl….”

“A what? Clam?

Noah, laughing: “Don’t be a silly mom yet!”

“I’m not! I seriously think you are saying clam.”

(This goes on for a while.)

Noah: “Ca-laaaahwn”



“Wow, you really have a Southern accent.”

“What’s a Southern accident?”

This is what I get for raising my kids in North Carolina.