Before Noah had his tongue tie snipped, he said very little. He had a few words but not alot was comprehendable. Afterwards he was trying out every sound possible. It was great. Until he pottered up to us one day…
He patted the lounge…"sh*t" he said
My eyes boggled and my jaw dropped. I looked to David, whose reflection mirrored mine.
"What did you say"? I asked him.
He repeated his action and the statement… "Sh*t". "Sheit".
He couldn’t be… David stuttered.
No, he doesn’t know the meaning, where would he have heard that word? It has to be something else.
Noah was getting frustrated. " Sh*t, Sheit, Sheit, Sh*t"! he exclaimed over and over.
Then it dawned on me.
He’s trying to say sit!
That was okay.
"Sit, sure, buddy you can sit", I said and pulled him up to the lounge.
He practiced hard to say sit but had not quite mastered it by the time we found ourselves in the doctor’s rooms with gastro.
"Sh*t", he muttered after the doctor had finished examining him, pointing to the chair at the desk. (Not now, Noah, not now).
"What did he say"? the good doctor asked, alarmed.
"SIT", I cried, "he said S.I.T."
"Sure he did" the doctor chuckled.
"Sh*t" said Noah as I sank lower into my own seat.
"That’s what you’ve got"! retorted the doctor and laughed, as my cheeks burned with embarrassment.
It’s a good thing that doctor has left town now because when Noah tried to say bucket today, it didn’t come out quite the way it was supposed to…
Who knew you could mistake the ‘b’ sound with an ‘f’ ?!?!?!?