That's What He Said

I’d forgotten how much fun it is to listen to a five-year-old talk. They start having their own opinions and have learned to express them. They tell stories. And they have their own way of pronouncing words that you really should correct but it’s so funny that you let them say it their way just to get a giggle out of it. Ok, so maybe that’s just us. Elijah has quite a few words that he says with his own spin on them.  You may not find it as ticklish as we do but I hope you get just a small chuckle out of my favorites.

Honk. No, I don’t mean the beep of a car horn. I mean the big green guy on cartoons, known to you and I as the Hulk. I can’t even spell it the way he says it but even when I correct him, this one comes out honk.

Wildgreens. We have all been there. They sell prescriptions and other various and sundry items. The rest of us call it Walgreens.

Forout. I have to use this one in a sentence. “Don’t leave forout me, Yaya.” Yes, he means without. I tried correcting him on this one a few times but he assured me that I had it wrong. Don’t even know where he came up with this.

Manclift. It’s a bucket truck. I have also learned in the last week that this does not include the kind that comes without a vehicle (i.e. scissor lift). Those are actually manlifts. A manclift has a truck attached. He is so wild about these things that I searched high and low at Christmas time to find one in miniature size. I seriously went to at least ten stores before I found one at Target. As for his explanation? Yeah, I didn’t get it either but I’m not going to ask again because then I’ll get the “patient” look from him.

Repavement. You would think that this has something to do with roads or construction equipment, knowing my boy. But no. This is repayment. Whenever we give him a special treat or allow him to watch something on TV, we ask for a repayment in the form of a hug or a kiss along with his thank you. It’s his repavement.

Dombells. These are hand weights. I’m told they are definitely not dumbbells. Absolutely not.

Bold. I told him last night that he was a very bold child. He said “No I’m not. I have hair.” He also pronounces it “ba-old.” Turning this boy from Yank to Southern in no time. (he’s also picked up the y’all.)

Some day he will get these right. But in the meantime? We’re having a lot of fun listening to him. Especially since, like most males, he is absolutely positive that the way he says things is the way they should be said.