What you hear…
…is not necessarily what he said.
“I got a Kwissmass twee!” Noah looks up at Emma, his blue eyes wide and sincere. (Noah is king of Sweetly Sincere.)
“You’ve got a Kwissmass twee?” Emma echoes. Noah frowns.
“No. I got a Kuh-WWWWWWIssmass tuh-WWWWWWWee.”
“Oooooh.” Emma has too much fun with this. She’s going to make a kick-ass mother some day. (Or maybe that’s not a good adjective, in the context?) “You’ve got a Chrrrrrristmas trrrrrree.”
“Dat’s wite.”
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Oh, I just love that! I’ve read about how in speech therapy, that trick is used to get the kids to say the words correctly since they can hear when it’s wrong, they just have trouble saying it the right way.
Oh, that’s interesting. I didn’t know that. I’ll bear that in mind! (I attended several therapy sessions for a little stutterer I once had in care, but the strategies for that were quite different.)
That’s what made K say ‘milk’ properly all those years ago … her speech therapist was telling her mother and I to repeat ‘milt’ and ask her that’s what she wanted and before she was done telling us that? K look at us and said milK perfectly clear.
I love Emma! I bet the kids enjoy having her around too!
They do. She’s so good with them. She’s also experienced, intuitive, and very skilled with them. Not surprisingly, she’s often the family’s favourite babysitter! A perk of my job for her.
When my niece was born, we’d ask my nephew: “What’s your sister’s name?”
Him: Cafowin (Catherine).
Me: Cafowin?
Him: No! CAF-O-WIN!
You’re right–it is fun! One of his other variants was “Gwa-fin.” We still call her that, and she’s now 10!
Hee. Don’t you just love the indignation? An aside: I wonder how many family nick-names there are out there which originated in a baby mispronounciation? Gazillions, I’m sure!
Hehe, great post.
To your comment to Sharkey…I have a story that you might find interesting.
One of my step-brothers was nicknamed Tinin, originated by his younger brother who couldn’t quite pronounce Stephen. It stuck and he was referred to as such well into his teens.
🙂
I think I’ve told you this before but my niece is ‘Nen’ because Jude couldnt say Ellen and it came out as ‘Nenen’, we forget her real name now!
I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me till I realised its snowing on your blog! How you do that?
I love the snow on your blog too, so fitting! We had a great llaugh today when my nephew (almost 3, who’s always been scarily advanced in his speech) stated that my daughter says boon instead of spoon. To which she replied indignantly: “no, I say spoon!”. We hadn’t noticed ourself that sp- had made a sneaky arrival.
First my youngest called her big sister “Nahnah.” She’s closer now, but it’s still a tricky name… and comes out as “Phoney.” 🙂
This made me smile. I’m doing something similar with gogs and homelettes.