Micah has a hard time saying his "Sp's", "Sm's" and anything else that goes together with an S. One day, I took the time to separate the two sounds for his favorite meal: S-P S-P S-P Spaghetti. He struggled, repeating the individual sounds, then reverting back to his usual.
"S-P S-P S-P fagety!" He could tell he was saying it wrong, and was getting frustrated, but finally he did it. "S-P Spaghetti!"
"Yay!" I exclaimed. Noah wanted to get in on the action. "I tan say spaghetti, 'spaghetti!'"
"Yes, but can you say 'tickle'?"
"Tittoe"
"Tickle," I corrected.
"Tittoe"
"No, 'tickle'."
"I AM saying tittoe!"he replied.
A couple of days later, I was making spaghetti. Micah comes up, "You makeen' spaghetti?"
"Yes," I answered.
"Mom, it's not fagety, it's spaghetti."
I was so proud of him for catching it himself and correcting it by himself.
So we went to see the "Smurfs" movie. Micah calls them "Furps".
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