I’ll be so sad when Owen starts to pronounce words the correct way. He used to say “greem” and “yew-wo” but now they are just plain old “green” and “yellow.” He still says “orangin” instead of “orange,” which I love. Another favorite is “chicken” instead of “kitchen.” Conversations go something like this
Mom: Owen, where’s Zach’s Spider Man figure? We need to give it back.
Owen: It’s in the chicken!
That’s awesome. The neighbor kids giggle and say, “he said chicken. haha” and I kindly tell them not to correct him.
Happy Friday folks. Have a good weekend!
I love these lyrics. They remind of living in our Church Hill apartment above Wilhemenia.
But in the meantime we’ve got it hard
Second floor living without a yard
It may be years until the day
My dreams will match up with my pay