We are driving down the interstate and cruise past a truck \/ camper.<\/p>\n
Adam: “They must have seen the ads in Field and Stream!” (He pores over those magazines for hours and even purchased the subscription with his own allowance money. And yes, they always have ads for RVing.)<\/p>\n
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Adam: “I want to drive a motorcycle.”<\/p>\n
Liam: “I want to drive a car without a top.”<\/p>\n
Me: “I want to go with you, Liam.”<\/p>\n
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I smile inside every time I hear words pronounced incorrectly by someone little. I know the day is coming, but it is hard to make myself correct them. Cute things shouldn’t all come to an end until they really are no longer cute. <\/p>\n
Adam hardly ever says any words wrong anymore. Until today he came up the steps as granola scents wafted from the oven.<\/p>\n
Adam: “MMMMMMMMM, it smells like cimmanon rolls up here.”<\/p>\n
I love that he has not yet realized that his mom pretty much never makes cinnamon rolls.<\/p>\n
Liam’s two most frequently used incorrect words are “I bi dums” (vitamins) and “buss up” (barefoot). The I bi dums I can understand the correlation. The buss up, not so much. But every single morning about 10:30 he says the same thing as he goes potty. “I ave (have) ‘ellow pee pee f’om my I bi dums.” <\/p>\n
He’s in that stage where you use the same word over and over and over. <\/p>\n
Like very.<\/p>\n
As in, “Mommy, I bery (very) don’t ‘ike bocc’i (broccoli).”<\/p>\n
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“It just berry slipped off.”<\/p>\n
His most not funny at all phrase is used almost as frequently. <\/p>\n
“Mommy, I et (wet) myself. It’s dust a ill bit. It’s dust a ill drizzle.”<\/p>\n
Three drops or not, that is not funny. If you need to use the bathroom then go before it’s that desperate.<\/p>\n
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Pretend play is a huge thing for Liam. It’s his coping skill for when he can’t do or eat what someone else can. The Saturday David and I primed deck boards, Adam was allowed to paint a different board with primer. Liam wasn’t because I didn’t want to clean him up with gas later. He was ticked until I gave him a cup with water and a paintbrush and told him he could “paint” with that. Suddenly all was right with the world. As soon as his cup was empty he headed toward me.<\/p>\n
“Mommy, can you fill dis tup up for me? Dis is berry, berry bois’nous (poisonous). ‘ou better not touch it. I need to wash my hands with gas.” <\/p>\n
I filled his cup, handed it back and promised not to touch it. The irony of it all completely escapes him.<\/p>\n
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Either it’s the summer time effect or a growth spurt but all day I hear, <\/p>\n
“Mommy, I’m DARVING hundy.” (starving hungry)<\/p>\n
Adam on the other hand cannot satiate his appetite for books. The other day when they were DARVING hundy and the pantry was nearly empty I grabbed some chips for them. Adam ate a few and then said, “Mommy, do I have to eat my chips? All I want to do is READ!”<\/p>\n
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