I love how kids talk. Their sweaky little voices bordering on squawky. Especially my two. Their little voices and their little conversations are something I wish I could preserve forever. I’ve often thought about trying to record some of their cuter moments with a tape recorder or camcorder. But about the time I think of it, the cute moment is gone. I need one of those spy cams like undercover cops use.
One thing I love the most is the terminology of my wee ones. For Jake (now 6.5) his was always creative pronunciations of animals. For the longest time octopuses were “apple-pusses”, bass were “bask”, and zebras were “swebas“. I still call those animals by those made up names in front of him.
Drives him nuts.
Then there’s Sara-boo. Thirty pounds of spunk and true ruler of the Kingdom. In her repertoire of cute sayings (my personal fav)is calling her feet “beets” and the plural version would be “buutz“. Too cute. And when she breaks wind, and I ask “what was that?”…she always confidently responds “that was my butt“.
Can’t argue with that.
And let us not forget her beloved sippy cup a.k.a “dwink“. Dwink goes with us everywhere. I am fairly certain Sara will never break a bone because it seems she drinks about 40 gallons of milk a week. When she loses her sippy, she will prowl the house calling out, “Dwink! Where are you?! Dwink!”
Reuniting is a joyous occasion.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I need a cup of cwawfee and a knack.