After almost a year in speech therapy, BobbyBlabberMouth is finally starting to open up and use his words to tell us what he needs. A year ago, he wouldn't say anything or even try to communicate with us non-verbally, so this is amazing for us. We finally know what our little boy wants.
He wants juice.
Lots and lots and lots of juice.
All day long, I'm pouring this kid juice.
He drinks so much of the stuff that I've had to start watering it down to a 75/25 water to juice ratio.
His pronunciation of the word 'juice' has been something of a small matter of contention between his father and me. Instead of 'juice' he says 'cutes'. I don't know why 'cutes', but it's friggin' adorable. I have a hard time correcting his word.
Then SallyScientist gave me a logical excuse to keep calling it cutes:
Bobby: I wanch cutes!
Awesomeness: Aw, buddy, you need cutes? (Please don't tell on me.)
Bobby: Yeah! Cutes!!
Awesomeness: Come get your cutes, bud.
Sally: It's water and juice. Water and juice makes 'cutes.'
Yes. Yes it does. Good call, kid.