Slips of The Tongue

Our kids have really been making us giggle lately with their little speeches they make. Last Sunday was a great day for funny things.

At the van after Bible class, I was getting Z buckled up and Dana was working with D-D's seat belt. When she got into the van, she found one of E's toy "Craftsman" screwdrivers and was holding on to that while D leaned over her to fasten the belt. She began to poke his arm with the tool and said, "Wootch out! I'm needoling ewe!!!!" Dana explained to her that the tool was a screwdriver and it helped put screws into things, not needles. "Ooooohhhhh," she said and began to make shhhcckkkk, shhhckkkk, shhhckkk sounds as she moved the driver over his arm. Then she giggled and said, "Nay-yow, ewe are all scwewed up, Daddy!!"

Dana and I just looked at each other, smirked, then got in our seats and began the drive home. As soon as we started backing out of our parking spot, the discussion of what (and where) to eat for lunch began.

"Jason's Jelly!! Jason's Jelly!!!!" D-D begins exclaiming (this is Jason's Deli...one of our favorite places).

"I would like to eat at Mom's Place, " M-G says sweetly (that would mean at home).

E then makes his request for dinner at home, "I really like that Sesame Street Chicken!" Which means, lets order Chinese and eat it at home. Dana and I like this suggestion.

"Shhhhckkkk, shhhckkkk, shhhhckkkkk!!!" D-D says as she waves the screw driver all over the place, twisting her little hand and the tool all throughout the air. "Shhhcckkkkk!!! Shhckkkk!!! Shhhhcckkkkkk!!! Ole wight!!! I'm ole dunn! Nay-yow we are ole scwewed up!!"

Oh, the innocence of children!

Soon we are home and the kids have been instructed to go inside and get into play clothes as well as put up their other things (this last part is the hardest part...even for the kids' dear mother). I am in the girls' bedroom helping D-D get out of her dress and hang it back up. M-G comes in and is getting done her part when she stops and looks over to where E has his sleeping bag set up with toys and books making walls around it. "Mom?" she says as she looks at a book, "is that Sure Lucky Homeless one big story or lots of little ones?"

"I'm sorry? Say that again. please?" I say trying not to laugh.

"Sure Lock Homeless, " she says getting closer to the right name and asks her question again.

"The Sherlock Holmes book is filled with several mysteries and stories," I tell her.

She cannot say it right yet, but I am loving that she is still getting some things pronounced incorrectly. It makes her still seem little.