3 year-olds don’t always pronounce things correctly. Under the right circumstances, this can be hilarious. Nothing beats having him gleefully announce to a room full of gasping people that he just ‘warted.’
Case in point: the other day, I made chicken and rice for dinner. This excited him greatly, which he demonstrated by repeatedly yelling “dicken rice! dicken rice!”
In hindsight, I should have probably gone and ahead and corrected him, or maybe just pronounced it properly when I repeated it back to him. Incorporating it into a song for him? Maybe not my best decision, but it’s close.
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I should probably be ashamed about the number of dicken rice-type dances we’ve had throughout our house, but I just can’t fully commit myself to the shame yet. Little kids saying curse words/rocking the unintentional entendre totally kick ass. I blame my glee in this on the fact that I can still recite the “My mother’s a trucker, my father’s a trucker,…” poem with the same enthusiasm I had as a child.