The Perils of Learning to Speak

Yesterday, Noelle walked into the bathroom with her little car saying, "Itsa f**k. Itsa f**k."

What she was in fact trying to say was, "It's a truck. It's a truck." But the "tr" sound is a bit difficult when you're just barely two. For instance, she says the word "three" as "fee."

"That's a car!" I corrected.

She toddled back out of the bathroom. I continued to get ready.

A few minutes later she walked back in going "Itsa a f**k. Itsa f**k."

"It's a car, sweetie," I said trying not to laugh.

"No!" she insisted. "Itsa f**k."

Hmm. The dangers of learning a new language.