"Blucose tabs"
"It's glucose with a G," I say."Hostable"
"Ohhh, glucose, not blucose!" I hear, thinking the light bulb finally went on.
And then, the next time Jack needs some fast-acting carbs and I reach for the bottle, Max or Madeline will ask, "Can we have a blucose tab, too?" It never fails.
Jack is six. He can spell hospital, but he can't say it. Rather, he will say, "If my blood sugar went too high and I ended up in a coma, would I have to go to the hostable?""Marote"
I know I should correct him, but every time he says "marote," he sounds so cute. It's like the last little itsy bitsy bit of baby in my otherwise big boy. So I say nothing when Jack's looking to turn on the television or Wii and asks, "Where's the marote?"Some habits are hard to break...and that's okay by me. :-)
We have "boppers" over here...actually not anymore I should say...NO MORE DIAPERS!!!!
ReplyDeleteLove the kiddie language...and I'll miss it one day!
HaHa...Joe call's this restraunt that is located at the end of our street "Roletta's" the name is actually "Loretta's". He says it with his sweet little voice with a slight lisp. I too am holding onto the last little bit of that "little" boy period...it is going by way too fast.
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting this...soo precious.
Whem one of my boys were little, he couldn't say remote either, so we called the remote, the "push."
ReplyDelete"Where is the push?"
"J, Can you get dad the push?"
Actually, it is still called that in our house. :)