About a year or two ago, we were visiting with friends of ours who own a house up in the Poconos. As I was walking out with Ben, I turned to my friend and asked, “Do you have any B-E-A-R-S here?” (I spelled “bears” in case that wasn’t clear.) Within a moment or two, Ben’s little ears perked up and he turned to me and said, “There are bears here?”
It happened again the other day when Andrea announced a word that another friend of ours played in “Words with Friends.”
“He just played ‘T-I-T’,” Andrea laughed. To which a little tiny voice spoke up from the end of the couch, “What is a tit?”
Andrea and I both started to laugh hysterically, which only peaked Ben’s interest more. Once we finished laughing, I turned to him and repeated the almost the very same thing Andrea’s mom said to her when her father said the very same word: “Don’t ever repeat anything your mother says!”
The little guy learning to spell is going to ruin the very fabric of our current communication system!