Sophia has problems pronouncing her “L’s”, and “R’s” but she can hear the difference in the way we say words and the way she says them. A few weeks ago before our July heat wave, which never hits on the weekend of the 4th, we did have a few nice days scattered around June. On one of those weekend days Kurt wore shorts with his motorcycle T-shirt. Sophia, displaying her powers of toddler observation pointed at Kurt’s black shirt and said, “bak shoot”.
“Yes, I’m wearing a black shirt” Kurt replied.
“gween shoots” She said pointing to his shorts.
“Close, sh-OR-tz. This is a black sh-IRT, and these are green sh-OR-tz.”
Sophia cocked her head like any confused pup, thought for a moment, furrowed her brows, and finally said, “gween PANTS” with attitude.
That’s great. It reminds me of a story my mother likes to tell. My older brother and the neighbor girl were in the back seat of her car and apparently the girl was pronouncing my mother’s name “Yinda” So my brother kept repeating, “No, it’s Linda. L-inda! Lllll-inda!” And back and forth it went until she finally broke down and angrily said, “LINDA” To which my brother calmly responded, “Good! Now try ‘bulldozer’”
We’re a family of pedants, born and bred!
Interesting!! I don’t remember L but Kurt had a problem with his R’s. He was Kuwt and he would drive his twucks.