Kidisms

Being a verbose mom I cannot help but get tickled by those little kid verbal blunders that happen while they figure out the syntax of the English language. Hey, it's not an easy task but man is it a sweet and oftentimes funny one when I listen hard enough. Here's a couple of those kidisms from Grayson's today and yesterday that I can remember:

Counting: We were counting in a book and Grayson got to the teens (out of order but he got there!) and stopped briefly at sixteen realizing he didn't know what came next. Pausing to search his filing cabinet of numbers he blurts out, W-teen! I think a letter must've jumped into the number filing cabinet of his brain for a second. Ah, there's always Sesame Street to help sort these things out.

Middle Names: So we're outside playing tetherball and Sadie cannot keep from pouncing at the glory that is a tethered ball. Through our giggles at her attempts to catch this elusive blur I stopped to admonish her for playing (it would've ended up a deflated heap if she caught it). Grayson, who already has a love/hate with poor Sadie, jumped on the correctional bandwagon. He began hollering out, "Sadie James Sh-wigh-vah, NO! BAD DOG Sadie James Sh-wigh-va!" Sadie James Shriver...huh, and all this time I thought it was Maria.