My son can't talk. I am not talking about the 4 month old here, of course he can't talk! I am talking about the darling, sweet boy who I suspect has ADHD (only half joking there). He will be 4 in February...So that makes him, what? ummm (counting on my fingers...), 3 and a huge half! He is hard to understand. Not as hard as My Brother's Kid (any one of them actually). But hard enough.
*We* understand him better than anyone--but then we listen to him more and know his "mistakes" enough to translate them. But some days I have to say 'huh?' or 'what, baby?' more times than I want to admit. But I will admit to sometimes, still puzzled by what is coming out of his mouth--unable to catch a word and understand even the GIST of his sentence...And I say "OH! Ok..." And that satisfies him and he hurries on to the next disaster/project/plan of his. Leaving me standing there wondering "What the hell did he say!?"...
But the other day--I asked him "Wanna watch a movie, Bubba?" Remember, we live in East Texas--everyone has at least one family member named Bubba--and we have 2. His reply: "YES! Black Booty!" I swear--he was NOT asking to see a porno flick with beautiful, black, behinds in it. At least I don't think so--I'm pretty sure he wanted to see Black Beauty. An animated, CHILDREN'S movie. Pretty sure. That's what I put on anyway... "S'anks Mudder"....
You're welcome Little Bubba.
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