Oh, my Little Lady.
Those who know her in real life, know that her ennuciation/pronunciation is not ALWAYS correct.
Heck, I’ve given examples here on the blog . . . remember our struggles with the Letter S? Thankfully, she’s no longer saying “kinky cocks” each time she sees a pile of “stinky socks.” Yes, that problem has been remedied. Oh — and she can now say “Upstairs” instead of “Up YOURS!”
Things are getting better.
But, these days, she seems to enjoy ADDING letters to words. . . . like the word “ice.”
She loves, loves, loves ice. Every sippy cup of water needs a few, freshly frozen chunks of Mice in it.
Wait? Mice?
Yes, dear reader — MICE.
THE ONE ANIMAL THAT F-R-E-A-K-S ME OUT.
That’s what she calls ice.
“Mommy, Mommy! Um . . . . (oh, and “um” is our new favorite word) need some mice. Please, Mommy, please! Mice, Mommy! MICE!”
PLEASE, child, PLEASE — drop the M!
We practice at every meal; both her Daddy and I repeatedly say, “No — ICE. ICE.”
And, with dogged determination, she reiterates . . .“Mice. MICE.”
Of course, Daddy thinks its funny. Then, again, he’s ALSO the lovely man who taught her the game “See-Food” last week . . . and taught her the game “Throw It.” (which, apparently, involves CHUNKING anything and everything across the room — off the couch — down the stairs — at my head. Sigh)
Yeah, mealtimes are just lovely. She’s talking about mice, showing me mouthful shots of partially chewed food, and yelling “Throw It” as she pitches potatoes and bread across the table.
So . . . um . .. . Anyone want a toddler for a few days?
