I absolutely love the English language: etymology, slang, puns, homonyms — all the quirks and cultural nuance that make ESL students think our Anglo-Saxon forebears were inbred jesters slopped up on mead.
So I’m especially enjoying English now as Eliot tries to wrap her chubby fists (and uncooperative tongue) around it. At 28 months, the words just rarely come out right — while on occasion, they come out BETTER than right.
Take yesterday. Just like Daddy, Ellie loves the Wii, and we’d been talking about how when Dada came home that evening, we’d have dinner then head downstairs to play some Wii. She likes all the games, likes to carry their cases around and yell, “WII!!!” and Michael was ready last night to open up the new WiiFit board and give it a workout. Ellie, however, was leaning toward another selection: Wii Guitar Hero.
Which came out like this: “Wiitard! WIITARD!!!”
And ladies and gents, I give you my two adorable Wiitards: