Man took BK for a walk the other day. This is "their thing" they like to do. He can ask her if she wants to go for a walk and she will pat the top of her head, which means she wants to ride on his shoulders while he does the walking. We live less than a block from a fire station, and as he did with BT, Man likes to take her to the fire station to see the trucks. She likes to sit in them, and on them, and walk around them. When they returned from the fire station, Man told her to tell me what she saw. She said "Fire F^ck"... Yep, and it was pretty funny.. Her brother did the same thing when he was her age. There was no amount of enunciating the "Tr" in Truck that got her to say it properly.. So, I assume she will outgrow it, like her brother did.
Or, she may always call it that. She has been calling a popsicle a "dub-a-dub" since she started talking. We absolutely have no idea where that came from, and now we all call them dub-a-dubs, even her 5 year old brother, and her friends, and her friends' parents. Get my drift? We are forgetting how to speak like adults and talking like a 2 year old. Go figure!
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