My son is a wise-ass, erm, comedian.
Overheard in the playroom early this morning…
Me: Good morning, Lovey-bear! Can you tell Mama “Good morning?”
Nik: (using his “talker”) Yes.
Me: Um, honey, can you use your talker to SAY, “Good morning?”
Excitedly, Nik starts to reach for his talker as if he’s going to comply with my request for a greeting.
Nik: Go swimming please. Swimming cool* please.
I swear, Rodney Dangerfield had nuthin’ on me.
[We think Nik is saying cool where he means to say pool. It’s awfully endearing. Until one hears it all.day.long!]