Fwicks and fwones may bweak my bones


Is it wrong that my toddler’s quirks of speech make me want to sprinkle sugar on his head, slap some butter on him and eat him up? Perhaps I shouldn’t be cheering mispronunciations but he is just so damned cute I can’t help myself.
Madalyn’s aberrations never affected me this way. But then, there was very little she couldn’t pronounce properly. Really the only thing she consistently had trouble with was the “th” sound. She filled it in with either ‘d’ or, alternately, ‘f.’ (‘That’ was “dat” but ‘bath’ was “baff”). Now, while there was some enjoyment in “fumb” (thumb) and “funder” (thunder) the cuteness quotient was relatively low. Madalyn has never ranked high on the cutesy scale. Pretty? Yes. Intelligent? Of course. Evil genius? Yep, she’s got that covered. She’s just not a “cute” kind of kid. I don’t know why; it’s just, out of the long list of complimentary words I could conjure to describe her, “cute” is not one that springs to mind in association.
Now, her brother, on the other hand, is going to give me a cuteness overdose. He can’t pronounce ‘r’ or ‘l’ so he substitutes ‘w’ in their place. The next time I hear him talk about “Chicken Widdle” I may well go into sugar shock. The ‘st’ combination at the beginning of words gives him trouble, too, and he has come up with the very unique ‘fw’ combo to replace it. If you are annoying him you may well be told to “Fwop it!” And don’t even get me started on strawberries. They are “fwahdiddies.” I mean, come on! Fwahdiddies. You can’t get much better than that. When I hear that I wish someone would invent a time-freeze ray so I can stop him just where he is for a little while longer.


About msmaryb

I'm a native Californian who lives in Oklahoma. I'm a full-time student, pursuing a Bachelors in Anthropology, following which I hope to attain a Masters in Archaeology. I have three kids, one husband, no pets, and a lot of friends - most of whom live inside my computer. I love to read, write, watch tv (shut up, we can't all be brain surgeons), shop, and travel. I'm trying to set foot in all 50 states before I die. I have 38, so far. I love the Beatles and Maroon 5, and if you think those two things are incongruous, well, they are. But that's me. When I love something, I love it 100%. I don't do anything halfway. I want to know everything there is to know, so I'm trying to cram as much into my brain as I can in the short amount of time I'm allotted in this dimension.

2 responses

  1. Now I can’t wait til my babygirl (14 mos.) starts talking! But in the meantime, our 2 1/2 yr. old niece dropped the f-bomb for the first time last night and, my god, SOOOO hard not to laugh cuz it was so cute! only it was “fug” and “fugging”… tee hee!

  2. I know just how you feel…. I think the age that JZ is ate is the CUTEST AGE EVER for kids 🙂 Enjoy it while it lasts!