Henry is such a boy. Like, some of the stuff he is in to, I don't even know where it came from or how it started. Last night he picked up the attachment to the vacuum and started pretending it was a gun, and then tried to shoot Cici (poor Cici). Where did he even learn that?
He loves trains and cars, tracks and crashes. He loves it all. His newest love is the truck. He sees them everywhere, pointing them out to us, making sure we all see the glory that is the truck parked beside us. The only little problem is that with his language still a little delayed, he can't exactly say truck. I mean... he comes really close. Just that pesky TR sound isn't really there for him yet. So, being the constant problem solver that he is, he decided to just replace the TR with another, similar sound. The F sound.
Henry: "Fuck!" pointing to the large truck beside us in the Lowes parking lot.
Mama: "TR-uck! TR-uck with a TR sound Henry."
Henry: "Fuck? Fuck? Fuck?"
Papa: "Yes bubby, it's a TRUCK. TR-TR-TRUCK"
Mama: *We are close! He will get it this time* "TRUCK Henry, TRUCK, TRUCK, TRUCK!"
Henry: "FUCK FUCK FUCK!"
Mama: "Good job baby. That's fine. Good job using your words."