Yes, you read that right! Sometimes local language and geographical accents collide to create a wonderful and beautiful, albeit confusing, story. We had just moved to the beautiful Rocky Mountain foothills of Colorado from the Piney Woods of East Texas. And this is how our story unfolded… As school began that fall, our oldest daughter, Kylie, was beginning kindergarten. On the second day of school, I had this discussion with her about some school supplies she was still lacking.. This is what I heard: Kylie: Mom, I need some praying paint. Me: You do? Why? Kylie: For school…my teacher says I …
