In the back yard with all three boys. Neighbors are home. There is a little league baseball game going on across the street. Lots of local families within hearing range.
Me: Come on, let me use the swing.
Moon: No!
Me: Come on.
Moon, laughing: No!
Me: Ick. When is the last time you brushed your teeth?
Moon: Mmm.....I dunno. Probably this morning.
Me: You have chocolate cake all over your top teeth. Gross.
Moon, laughing: I have chocolate cahk?
Me: Cake. I said cake.
Moon: Chocolate cahk!
Me: Stop it. I said cake.
Peanut, laughing: Chocolate cahk!
Moon: I need to brush my chocolate cahk!
Peanut: You have chocolate cahk!
Me: Ok. Can we please stop yelling chocolate cahk?
Moon: You said it! Listen I have a song.....
Honestly, I don't even remember how the song went. But it had a lot of chocolate cahk in it. And I totally will understand if the entire community bans their children from playing at my house. But, the cahk was delicious.
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When my daughter was two, she couldn't pronounce Chocolate. I gave her a small piece of my dark chocolate, and from her adorable little mouth came these words... "Mmmm, cock!"
I remember a friend whose son couldn't say "tr." He said "f" instead. And walked around talking about his big blue truck.
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