When Turner hadn't mastered pronouncing his r's, even to age 4 and a half, Randy and I asked him a few times to carefully repeat a word or two. He obliged, pronouncing his r's clearly. We were satisfied that it was just a bad habit, so we let it drop.
Last week, Turner decided it was time to start enunciating his r's, with a vengeance. Now every r sounds like a baby bear, a throaty growl, grrrrr without the g, like a snippet from a pirate's signature, "Aaarrrrghhh."
"Rrrrright, mom?"
"Can we go to a rrrrrrestaurrrrant?"
"Where arrrrre we going?"
"I'm rrrrrready to get up now!"
It makes my throat hurt just trying to imitate it.
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that's hilarious. you should teach him how to roll it the way they do in spanish. that would be even funnier!
nice to have you bloggin' again!
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Hey blue, thanks!
I actually think he did get a little bit of it from his Spanish teacher at preschool. Or his teacher, who is French, and also taught a few French classes. (Not as regular as his Spanish class.)
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