As I’ve already mentioned this week, I can’t talk. Or was that last week? My whole life is a blur after all the…
But what I haven’t mentioned is that lately Siegfried and his best frenemy Simon are REALLY starting to communicate
well constantly. To us and to each other. And their verbal skills are really really really funny bad. We went swimming the other day and they were all…
Both of them with their crazy speech “glitches”!
I have 3 younger brothers so I’m used to little boys and their butchered consonants, but these two really are cray.
But its not just the speech impediments that are surfacing. The atrocious grammar makes a daily appearance.
He does this every single day. And every single time, I rain on his Fun parade by saying…
And then on top of all that we have the regular, everyday weird-words.
And day-in and day-out I sit at home with the horrific grammarians and then every once in a while I go to Sonic and make a giant boob of myself.
Otherwise, I don’t get to make new friends anymore.
I simply fail to impress.
But I have Cathy Lynn.
And Phone-A-Friend can always be counted on to butcher a saying or two.
Who knew that having babies in my mid-thirties would wipe my brain of all intelligence? I wonder if that grows back……