1. Our little guy has an adorable lisp [s’s] and can’t quite seem to pronounce a few of his letters. When he’s talking, things sound sort of like this:
quad= todd; dirt bike = dirt bite [our boys are obsessed with quads and dirt bikes!]
grandma = ramma
milk = milt
chicken = titten
Since he just turned four a couple of weeks ago, it’s not something we’re worried about yet– it still sounds cute to me!
Today, however, a few of his words came out crystal clear! He said “quad” the way it’s supposed to be pronounced! Then he said something else and it came out perfectly! I looked at him and said, “M!! Say that again! You did it! You made your sounds!”
He looked back at me and said–very seriously– “Yeah, God healed me.”
2. Same little boy, different situation! When I picked him up from preschool he asked me if we were going to see Dr. Kik–my chiropractor. I told him that I had already gone and thought little of it. That’s when the drama started. Sobs. Fake and forced, yet somehow producing tears. Maybe they were partially real–but certainly coerced. Finally, after trying to ignore him patiently let him calm down–which he did NOT–I decided to probe.
“Honey–I didn’t realize you liked Dr. Kik so much! I’m sorry–next time I’ll make sure to take you.”
Sob, sob…crocodile tears…
“Babe! Please calm down! You can come along next time.”
Cry, cry, ball, ball.
“M, I didn’t know you wanted to go along to Dr. Kik!”
“I wanted to get some of his ca-ca-caaaannnnddddyyyyy!”
Here I thought he had formed a bond with my kind doctor. Thought he enjoyed the fake skeleton in the corner. The medieval-like back crackers.
He wanted candy.
So glad he has his priorities straight.