Sunday, February 8, 2009

That's a Lot of Queers!

No major progress or dismal failures to report today, just a very humorous quote brought to us by Reiss and his occasional mispronunciation of the letter "L." He does definitely know how to pronounce the letter. We know this because we practice saying his sister's name, Milla (pronounced MEE-LAH), and also our own last name which contains an L as well. Who knows whether it is just typical three-year-old behavior that causes him to sometimes forget the correct pronunciation or just sheer laziness on his part to pronounce his L's correctly. Whatever the case may be, when he mispronounces them, they come out as a "W" sound.

This evening - as with every evening - Reiss and my husband had just taken out the "stinky diapers," as Reiss calls them, and they were getting ready to put antibacterial gel on their hands. Like so many other things, Reiss has his little routine with using the gel after taking out the diapers. First, all the available bottles of antibac gel - three of them - get lined up on the diaper changing table. Two of them are clear bottles of Purel gel with pumps in them and one is a blue bottle of gel from the hospital. After the lineup, he chooses which one to use. Well, before making his choice this evening he got all excited. Referring to the display of bottles and the fact that there were two clear ones, he said, "That's a lot of clears!" - only this time was one of those occasions when his "L" came out pronounced as a "W" and ended up being "That's a lot of queers!" I was on the floor playing with Milla but had I not already been down there, I am certain I would have ended up there rolling with laughter.

For several minutes, I kept repeating it to myself and laughing. I don't know why but it just seemed extremely funny to me to hear a three-year-old get excited over there being so many queers before his eyes. After all the laughter subsided, I was very happy and had one of those warm fuzzy feelings because this was a great end to an otherwise mediocre weekend. I knew at that moment that just this little tidbit is something that we will probably remember for years to come and look back on and laugh. You just never know when memories are going to be made.

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