A Whole Yot

” I want a yot,” said my yittle boy. His four year old body has shed nearly every vestige of babyhood, but the y-l lisp still comes out now and then.

“A lot of what?” I asked him.

“No, a yot!”

“Yes, I heard you. A lot of what?”

“No, not a LOT. A YOT. A really big boat.”

“Oh! You mean a yacht!”

“Yes, I want a yot for my birthday… Or a dinghy.”