She speaks with a Cindy Brady lisp.
Just enough to be almost too cute to stand. Not so much that she’s impossible to understand.
Unless she’s outside on a sunny day. Or eating a baked potato. Or her grandparents are coming to visit. Or she got new shoes. Or…
When she’s excited at all – and it seems she always is – she talks too fast, squishes her words together into a blur of sound.
“I can’t understand you,” I said after she spat a stream of glued together words about…how great mayonnaise is maybe? “I’m sorry. Slow down and try me again, monkey.”
“Because your ears grew up in Texas?” she asked.
This is the stuff I miss when I’m away. The surprises of quantity time. The insults. The lisped wisdom. The laughter – even if it is at my expense.
Angie says:
The Hubs ears grew up in Texas too. They also have a hard time understanding things.
Enjoy the time with your babies!
Sarah says:
LOVE IT! ๐
Liz Reeves says:
I loveeeeeee her question! Those of us whose ears grew up in TX often have a tough time understanding things. I’m struggling with Ann Voskamp’s book right now….kinda like a 2nd grader reading Shakespeare in the dark….but I’m pressing forward.
Susan says:
So sweet! ๐
momofM&ms says:
hahha.. We moved to Texas in November, and our very bright student in first grade before we moved, was struggling in the new school.. tough to figure out, until we realized the teacher’s mouth grew up in Texas.. and has the cutest accent.. and is sometimes misunderstood by the yankee child!
Shanda says:
Thanks for sharing your life with all who choose to look in. I love lookin’ in. It’s a great life you’re living! ๐