A Life without “S”

My youngest son is a master of many things.  He is a champion cuddlier.  He has a master’s degree in giggling.  He eats green beans faster than any adult I have ever seen.  And from what we can tell in comparison to our oldest, his pouting skills are off the chart.

Unfortunately, a mastery of the English language is not one of the skills he possesses.  No matter how hard he tries, since he started speaking a year ago, Trevor cannot say the letter “S” in words.  Although, I do not think that this affliction will stay with him throughout his life…it does make for the cutest conversations around our house these days.

With Halloween just around the corner, like any two year-old my son likes to point out the new decorations & comment on them.

“Look Mom, a pooky keleton!”  (a.k.a. Spooky Skeleton)

“Mommy, I cared of the carecrow on the porch” (a.k.a. scared of the scarecrow)

I learned quickly with my first son that most young children need interpreters when they learn to talk. Hence, the glamorous life of a parent.  When with relatives or out in public if our youngest decides to come out of his shy turtle shell to interact with others, the questioning expressions are always directed at me for translation.

Last week Trevor had a cold, which only added to the confusion when he spoke.

“Mommy, we top at red light & the car tuck until it green.”

“Can I nuggle with my blanket on couch, Mom?”

“Let me queeze my tooth-pate today.”

Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind correcting him daily or even hourly with his speech.  My four year old is a constant reminder of how quickly they grow up and I will miss this “baby-talk” in another year. 

Surprisingly, I don’t always correct him.  The other day I was listening to them play while preparing dinner in the other room.  Trevor was so happy with his older brother for assembling his train toy that he declared, “Fank you, Connor!  You my Bet Friend!”

In my opinion, no other pronunciation would have been better.  He said it perfectly!

My "Pecial" Boy