I always wondered when I was growing up why my dad thought it was soooooo cute that my younger sister was still baby-talking at 16-years-old.  As a parent, I wonder no more.  Hearing my boys messing up the English language is now one of my favorite past times.

I don't correct him unless I see it potentially embarrassing him (or me) at some point.  I was smart enough to roll video when he was trying to call the play-by-play for his imaginary tee-ball game.  Hearing the boys emulate their ol' dad by doing play-by-play like I do on the radio makes my day... especially when they butcher the English language just like their ol' dad.