On our walk tonight, Emma kept repeating "Uh-OH!" over and over and over again. I asked, "Uh-Oh what-o?" which made her laugh and keep asking. Kurt said, "Emma, you sound like a broken record." I told him that Emma probably won't even know what a record is. He responded with, "Well then, Emma, you sound like a scratched CD. Or maybe a corrupted MP3."
Oh, isn't Emma just going to LOVE her Dad in a few years? =)
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"You sound like a 16kbps, 36Khz mp3 with poorly implemented error correction."
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