Yesterday on the way home from church, Wilson says, "I have a val in my name."
Brad and I look at each other. Blankly. "A what?" I ask. Curious to know...
He pipes up, "A val. You know, a, e, i, o ..."
"Oh a 'vow-el'!" We say at the same time. "You mean a vowel."
I can only imagine what new words they'll learn in Georgia.
Do you think Pat Sajack will know what Wilson means when he says, "I'd like to buy a val, Pat" Gosh, I hope so, Wilson hates to lose... (You know, in case he's ever actually on Wheel of Fortune.)