Toddler Talk
Drake, at nearly three, talks a lot. He lisps over his Ls and Ss, but for all that I agonized over his late start talking, he’s pretty clear now. One word, though, remains charmingly babyish. The hot weather has spurred me to keep the blender out for frequent smoothies. Drake just can’t get his palate around the word, so he pronounces it “foozie”. I know it will change eventually, just like cats went from being “beows” to “meows” to “cats”. So I don’t correct him; I’m going to enjoy listening to him say “foozie” as long as it lasts.