12-22-2004, 06:20 AM
My 2 year old son loves french fries. Every time we go out for a drive to the mall or whatnot, we usually end up grabbing some dinner at a restaurant. Invariably, my son wants to eat french fries when we get takeout. He can't really pronunciate "french fries" though. He has yet to master the subtle nuances of the letter "F" and the harsh undertones of the "ch".
He gets pretty close though -- he calls them "cock eyes".
He also likes pizza. Hell, who doesn't? He stumbles a bit over this one too, in the same way he stumbles over saying his aunt Tina's name. He calls her "Tani", and he calls it "pazzi". He really likes pazzi.
I'm constantly amazed at his vocabulary, even though he has a hard time pronouncing stuff. It's like his brain knows what he wants to say, but his mouth just doesn't yet have the manual dexterity to say it correctly.
When I got home from work today, he came running up to me with a broken toy. It was a pair of toy plastic pliers that he managed to break apart. He shoved the broken halves at me and yelled what sounded like "UH OH BOKE DADDY FIZ?" What he really meant to say (and I was perfectly able to understand) was "Uh oh, I seem to have accidently broken this toy. I am asking you, father dearest, if you might be able to fix it for me."
I love listening to my son talk. He especially loves talking to telemarketers when they call me in the middle of dinner.
He gets pretty close though -- he calls them "cock eyes".
He also likes pizza. Hell, who doesn't? He stumbles a bit over this one too, in the same way he stumbles over saying his aunt Tina's name. He calls her "Tani", and he calls it "pazzi". He really likes pazzi.
I'm constantly amazed at his vocabulary, even though he has a hard time pronouncing stuff. It's like his brain knows what he wants to say, but his mouth just doesn't yet have the manual dexterity to say it correctly.
When I got home from work today, he came running up to me with a broken toy. It was a pair of toy plastic pliers that he managed to break apart. He shoved the broken halves at me and yelled what sounded like "UH OH BOKE DADDY FIZ?" What he really meant to say (and I was perfectly able to understand) was "Uh oh, I seem to have accidently broken this toy. I am asking you, father dearest, if you might be able to fix it for me."
I love listening to my son talk. He especially loves talking to telemarketers when they call me in the middle of dinner.