Dad, that twee is bwoken!

Mrs. L and I had a chance today to enjoy a beautiful spring day in Boston with a walk through one of our favorite Mass. Audubon sanctuaries. Lots of families were out in the woods, including one with a little boy between two and three years old. He had just passed by this tree that had been uprooted by a storm, lying on the ground with a full set of roots showing, and it clearly made an impression. He kept repeating, in the manner of little boys, "Dad, that twee is bwoken!" until he got a proper acknowledgement from his parent. A perfect moment.