Mr Luke

We have a friend here in Bismarck named Luke. He has been in the hospital this week with kidney stones. So I offered to make dinner for Luke and his wife Barb tonight. As I was getting it all ready, Hattie (who has been very sick today) was peppering me with questions. What you doing mom? What dat for? I have some?

I answered her. When I told her I was cooking for Mr Luke, she smiled. Then a few minutes later, as our little Luke crawled into the kitchen, she said, Mi'er Yuke, mama make you dinner.

I tried to tell her the difference between the 2 Lukes, but the rest of the night she kept calling our little Luke, Mi'er Luke. It was funny.