I love, love, love this age, this stage . . . the missing-2-front-teeth stage. I think it's adorable and I can't help but smile and laugh and constantly think it is so cute! Here's one of my favorite lines from today:
"I'm tho ekthited to get my own email so I can potht methageth and thend her gameth online and thtuff."
And this:
"Thith ith a fun game I made up using my thtuffed eagle thip (Zip). You jutht tie thith like thith and then relacth and he goeth around finding thpaghetti in your handth and eatth it."
So what do I do? I sit here and blog.
And apparently give him a complex with my questioning.
I try to spell Zip just right phonetically, so I keep asking him to say it.
He repeats it and then looks at me and asks, "What am I not thaying right?"
I try not to laugh (because he just said "thaying") and feel badly for giving him a complex and respond (truthfully), "I'm just trying to figure out how it sounds to say Zip's name without your two front teeth."
He responds, "Oh." And trying it out repeats, "Thip. Thip."
He looks at me and says, "The 'i' thoundth thtrange . . . Thip. Thip. Or ith it the 'the' (Z)? . . . Thip. Yeah, it's the 'the.'"