While playing Labyrinth…
Owl: “This is a serval ball, right?”
Me: “A what, now?”
Owl: “A SERVAL ball.”
Me: “Oh, you mean a silver ball. Yes, it’s a silver ball.”
Owl: “Serval.”
Me: “Silver.”
Owl: “I can’t say that word.”
Me: “Can you say ‘sil’?”
Owl: “Sil.”
Me: “Can you say ‘ver’?”
Owl: “Ver.”
Me: “Sil-ver.”
Owl: “Serval.”
Me: “Okay.”
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Love it! 🙂
I remember doing that with the Girl! Even down to the “I can’t say that word.” The Boy does a different twist, in which he mispronounces something on purpose and then corrects ME when I pronounce it correctly. If I indulge him, and pronounce it his way, he then laughs his fool head off. And then I realize that I’ve been punked by a three year old. Again.
Thank goodness Owl hasn’t figured out that particular trick. He does love the “correct mommy/daddy for saying something ridiculous” game so hippopotamuses randomly appear in his story books in the place of fire trucks, trees, etc.