Because her r’s sound a little like w’s
July 10th, 2008
This morning while we were eating breakfast, Annalie pointed at something on my end of the table and said, “Could you please pass me my hot wing?”
I looked at her blankly for a second, then turned to examine the various items by my elbow to see which one she could possibly be requesting. I smothered a laugh as I passed her a pink plastic heart ring.
July 10th, 2008 at 11:15 am
I was going to be so amazed if Annalie liked hot wings! I still apologize to my mother at family gatherings for how horrible an eater I was as a kid. I refused to like potatoes of the non french-fry variety until I was eighteen. I also hated peas and all other green vegetables until I was twenty. OK, so maybe not twenty. But close.
July 10th, 2008 at 11:58 am
Mine did too until I was about 10. I couldn’t say my sister’s name for YEARS (Rachel).
July 10th, 2008 at 12:38 pm
Great. Now I am craving hot wings.
July 10th, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Oh! That’s so sweet. I love little girl voices. Our neighbor’s little girl does the same thing. Precious.
July 10th, 2008 at 3:09 pm
Just like her “tomatoes and squirrels” picture she painted at my house. I was like “what?”
Bethany says: Hee! Totally. For those who are scratching their heads, the painting was actually of “tornadoes and swirls”.
July 10th, 2008 at 6:28 pm
LOL That’s hysterical. I’m sitting here thinking…what’s wrong with a hot wing? ;)
July 10th, 2008 at 7:13 pm
My son pronounces some “L” sounds as “W” sounds. He calls our neighbor “Gwenn”. His name is Glenn :-)
I love it!
July 10th, 2008 at 11:00 pm
See in Texas we wouldn’t have thought twice about that. Hot wings dipped in ranch for breakfast? BRING IT ON.
July 11th, 2008 at 11:06 am
We get “AXTABATOR!” yelled at us from the middle row of the van whenever we get within a mile of a construction site. Man, that kid’s got eyes. And lungs.
July 11th, 2008 at 11:17 am
Awwww… so sweet!!
July 11th, 2008 at 12:28 pm
My friend’s daughter used to do that too (she is 11 now). When she was about 6 she got glasses. I asked her what the test was like and she told me the doctor put a thing in front of her eyes and she kept saying “buh-wee…buh-wee” until she could see.
My husband and still say “buh-wee” when something isn’t clear.