I love the way Milo talks. He’ll be three years old next month and he is picking up new vocabulary and putting together increasingly complex sentences each day, yet he still can’t for the life of him hit an initial “s” in a consonant cluster. Snake is “nake”, sneaky is “neeky”, snuggle is “nuggle”.
Today while I was making lunch, he sauntered into the kitchen and uttered one of my favorite things he’s ever said:
“Mmmmmm…. Mommy, what’s dat dishus mell?”