My Favorite Words

My favorite words are those that my children have blundered. There is something so endearing when they mess up a simple word. I remember when Taylor was a toddler, she could not say the word swimsuit. It always came out "thwimthoop". Mark and I thought it was the sweetest thing. Spencer is now at the age where some of his words come out a little funny. When we were visiting Mount Vernon, the home of George Washington, we bought him a pop gun. He called it his "George Washing gun". Yesterday, Mark bought him another small toy gun. Spencer asked what it was called and Mark told him it was an oozy. Spencer has called it his "woozy" ever since.