That’s exactly how she said it: aminal. For years.
And then we coached her, just the other night, on the correct pronunciation. A-NI-mal. Which she repeated, after a few tries, in her sweet five-year-old voice: animal.
I will forget, someday, that she forever mispronounced animal, just like the sound of M’s cimanin (for cinnamon) is already fading. So this morning, when she mispronounced it again, B and I just smiled at each other and lot it slide. They grow fast enough as it is.