I love the 2 year old to bits, but damned if I can undersand what he is saying sometimes.
It frustrates him more than me, I think.
30 minutes of frustration for both of us while he whinges constantly/begs earnestly for "Whongs".
WTF???? WHONGS, Mummy! Don't you get it, Der Brain???? Whongs????????
Finally, he takes his boots off & points to the space between his first 2 toes. A lightbulb goes on above my head.
"Oh you mean THONGS!"
Beaming, his relief is palpable.
Earlier today, he was very vocal about needing "Gun Gusters", which eventually turned out to be "Sun Glasses".
But then this afternoon, "Gun Gusters' became "Jam Cutters" but kept the same meaning.
His dialect is changing before my eyes. Someone get me a Babel Fish.