Lately, whenever I enter Liam's bedroom after a nap, or pick him up from daycare, I wonder which of his personalities will be in control. A typical two-year-old, his mood can change dramatically from moment to moment.
One day as we sat eating lunch together, he flashed a winsome smile and said, "Thanks for making lunch, Mama. I love this lunch." Not five minutes later, he whacked me on the head with a toy drumstick, then had a tantrum when I took it away from him.
He speaks in full sentences now. I can understand pretty much everything he says, but people who are not familiar with his special pronunciation have difficulty. He does not usually pronounce W, L, or R; K and G are often replaced with T and D; and he says S but not in the beginning of dipthongs.
"Et's doe fy a tite"
Translation: Let's go fly a kite.
"Eww, hninky feet."
Stinky feet.
I must confess, I sometimes play games with him just to get him to say hmao (small), hnayo (snail), hnack (snack), etc.
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