I’ve developed a bugaboo regarding the pronounciation of the word “sandwich”. Whenever I heard it pronounced incorrectly I would fume, and the love would evaporate, leaving only judgement. Now my son has started saying “sang-wich.” It has taken me some time, but the light bulb has finally come on. I just realized that in some cases it’s not important to correct people’s pronounciation of certain words out loud or fret about it in my head. After all I’m not assuming the role of teacher, and it’s not fruitful to nag.
So I said to my son, “I repent in dust and ashes. Please forgive me”. Stevan said, “You are forgived.” :)
