I've been sharing some of those cute, unintentional mispronunciations lately. But what happens when the mispronunciation is on purpose?
We have our friend Adam in town this weekend, which the boys love because it's like having a jungle gym move in for three days. Littlest Boo, who is two and talks like it, has spent the weekend calling him "Edna." Kinda cute, right? So this morning Adam says, "It's 'Adam.' Can you say 'Adam'?"
And LB says, clear as day, "Not Adam. It's Edna!" I sorta feel bad for Edna. And I sorta plan on calling him that forever.