Local Boy Enraged By Own Speech Impediments

The Son has grown from a baby capable of only mumbling the last syllable of only a few words, to a toddler with an awesomely adorable inability to pronounce "l", "th" and various other alphabits, to a little boy who can pronounce everything except "th" ("ss") and "security guard" ("sekittery gard").

So "with" becomes "wiss" and so on. I find it screamingly cute. In fact, The Husband and I have found all his speech impediments so screamingly cute that we have adopted them in our own speech. It drives The Son screamingly batshit.

So the other day when I said the taxi would be picking us up from the "yobby", he was at great pains to correct me.

"LLLLLobby, mama. It's LLLLLLLLobby".

That's what I said, Son. Yobby.

LLLLLLLLobby. It's not yobby. It's LLLLLLLOOOBBBBEEEEEE

Yobby. Oh! Yook is that a yadder?

*shrieks from the peanut gallery*

In other news, the answer to the question: "how hard can it be to find a lawyer who can sit in for 4 months to replace me while I am on maternity leave" is "very very hard". I'm sure I cannot be the only person on the planet who has to deal with this issue - how come it is so difficult?

CALVIN COME HOME PLEASE