Oith

I’m driving my 6-year-old back from basketball practice yesterday afternoon when suddenly she pipes up excitedly from the backseat. “Hey Daddy! I know what oith is!”

Huh? Did I miss something?

“I know what oith is!”

Okay, I’m game. “What’s oith?”

In the rear-view mirror I see a big smile beaming back at me. “Oith is what Bugs Bunny calls the Earth!”

And so it is, Little One. So it is …