It's not a competition, but I win.

Becca has taught our daughter how to speak with a British accent. Something I have expressly forbidden.

Becca has taught our daughter how to speak like a Valley girl. Something I have expressly forbidden.

And Becca has taught our daughter how to laugh like Fran Drescher. Something I have expressly forbidden.

So now our daughter has assembled those three skills into a single simultaneous atonal screech at roughly the decibel level of an elephant trumpeting into one's ear. And I think it's hilarious and Becca rues the day she taught our daughter any of it...which at the time, she found hilarious in how much it grated on me.

And soon, I am going to assist our daughter in evolving this even further: I am going to introduce her to the voice of an old friend of mine. Gilbert Gottfried. We'll see how that will integrate into the mix.

Last laugh, Dear. Last laugh.

Various athletes preparing for combat.
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