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Orvil J. Pithy...

I know I recently posted about objectifying children in blog posts, but I also said I was likely to continue doing this to my own children, despite my misgivings. So, here's one of those blogs...

Bryn has been so cute lately, and I just had to share...

The other day he went grocery shopping for Nanna with Dave. It was a dark, cloudy day and sure enough just as they were coming home, the heavens opened. At first, Bryn, who was only wearing a hoodie because it hadn't been particularly cold, huddled up again Dave's leg sheltering beneath the hood of his jacket with his brave face on.

After a few minutes though the hardcore deluge started to get the better of him and he moaned at Dave, "It getting very wet NOW. This is the wettest day of my LIFE!"

Another story...

Just recently, Bryn's kinder teacher gently suggested we might want to take him to a speech therapist. We've decided to take the wait and see approach as Bryn's speech is certainly muddled at times (he replaces sounds like C with T and G with J), but generally speaking his speech is much clearer than either Erik or Luey at the same age, and by the age of about 7-8 their speech idiosyncracies had cleared themselves up with only minor support from us.

Anyway, as Dave is becoming ever hard of hearing, he has real difficulty at times picking up on what Bryn says, and just now is a great example! Bryn came into the study where Dave and I were variously occupied on the computer (I was ranting away about vaccinations if you care to read my previous post), and he said, "Can I have..." and to Dave the rest of the sentence sounded like, "an Orvil J. Pithy?"

Now, understandably Dave was very confused and asked Bryn to repeat his question, and again, to Dave's ear, Bryn asked for an Orvil J. Pithy. Dave asked me who Orvil J. Pithy was, and as I'd been hyperfocusing on my writing and not hearing this conversation, I asked Bryn to ask me, and clear as day he asked for, "an oval shaped bikkie"

What speech impediment - people just need to clean their ears more!

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