Isn’t it cute how kids mispronounce things when they are little?
My oldest insisted that bananas were “man-ans” for the longest time. Probably even longer than normal because we started calling them that, too.
My middle son has called bananas “bee- nanas.” Still does.
My older brother mistook bananas for the word “Batman.” Even to this day, if any of us are making Banana French Toast, we call it “Batman French Toast.”
My youngest? He can say banana just fine.
What he couldn’t say? Bear’s name.
We discovered this when he would come up to us and say “Ass hit me.”
WHAT? “ASS” hit him?
Whose language was he imitating?
You know, since I’d never cuss and neither would my husband.
“Who hit you, honey?”
He jabbed a finger in the direction of my 4 year-old and says “Ass! Ass hit me!”
Poor little guy got zero sympathy, because I was too busy laughing.
“Ass! Ass!” he’d yell across the playground, calling to his brother. Heads would turn toward me, appalled expressions on the faces of the playground mafia.
Every time he would tell on his brother, telling us something “Ass” did, oh, how Hubs and I laugh.
And then, suddenly, one day, he could say his brother’s name.
It’s sad when they outgrow their baby words. Though, it wouldn’t surprise me if he started calling his brothers “ass” again when they are all teenagers.
I don’t think I’ll be laughing then.
What words did your children mispronounce?