Solly is the man with all the observations. Usually, they are the most obvious things, and we all just stare at him while he announces something simple with a look of surprise on his face in the LOUDEST voice.
Things like…
HEY MOM! I CAN SEE THROUGH BAGS!
Uh huh.
THATS DADDYS WHEELCHAIR!
Yup, we all live here, bud.
Stuff like that.
He’s five, so he also has some mispronunciations when he speaks, as you’d expect. Ls are Ws sometimes. Laela = Waywa. You get it. He’s a little guy, and he’s pretty easy to understand. It helps that his volume is cranked to eleven 25 hours a day. So there’s that. And that. And that.
The other day, we were driving through a residential section of the city with the two youngest, and Solly started talking loudly to Wavy.
IMAGINE THATS MY CROTCH!!!
I stared straight ahead. Where would he have even heard someone say crotch? As I was trying to decide if that was an ok word for him to use, he said it again.
THIS IS MY CROTCH, WAVY!!
I turned around and correct him, saying I didn’t like that word very much and I’d rather he used a different word.
BUT ITS A CROTCH!!
I asked him to stop, and told him he could find something else to imagine, lol! Quite an off colour game to play with his little sister, right??
I turned back around to face the front, but I still heard him talking about crotches! I was officially unimpressed. I turned around, and before I could speak, he pointed out the window and said,
MOM, SEE THAT DOOR?
There was a white garage door right next to our vehicle.
Garage.
Grodge.
Crotch.
*sigh*
So this one was on me…..