Gutsy came up to me this morning while I was brushing my teeth.
"Mom, I want to play a game with you."
"What game do you want to play, sweety?"
After some thought, he replies with "I want to play mammory"
"... Memory?"
"No. Mammory."
"Memory?" I ask again, a little louder and clearer this time.
"No, mom. MAMMORY," he replies firmly.
"Dude, I played mammory with you for over three years. Mommy needs a break from that game until your brother's born."
*Odd look from Gutsy* "Um... Can I have some cereal, please?"
Speech impedements coupled with hearing loss make for interesting morning conversations.
"Mom, I want to play a game with you."
"What game do you want to play, sweety?"
After some thought, he replies with "I want to play mammory"
"... Memory?"
"No. Mammory."
"Memory?" I ask again, a little louder and clearer this time.
"No, mom. MAMMORY," he replies firmly.
"Dude, I played mammory with you for over three years. Mommy needs a break from that game until your brother's born."
*Odd look from Gutsy* "Um... Can I have some cereal, please?"
Speech impedements coupled with hearing loss make for interesting morning conversations.