This evening big bro, B, finished his meal (he doesn't have the same problem, but couldn't pause to pour himself a drink before diving in) and asked if he could have a D-R-I-N-K. You know how you spell things when you don't want the non-spellers to pick up on something?
"Sure," I said.
When B sat down with his beverage, Po asked, "Mommy, may I please have some T-I-A-A-Y?"
B and I looked at each other and smiled.
"Would you like the drink brother has?" I inquired.
"No. I want some T-I-A-A-Y."
"T-I-A-A-Y?"
"Yes," he confirmed.
"What is that, Po? Do you want some milk?"
Big sigh. "No, Mommy, I want some T-I-A-A-Y, please."
B and I looked at each other in confusion and hysterics without showing either to Po.
I say to Po, "Well, Po, my spelling isn't as good as it should be. Could you please just tell me the word for what you want?"
Bigger sigh. "I want some ice cream."
I almost pissed my pants laughing that time. He didn't eat a great dinner, but I let him have a popsicle because he showed such a great spelling effort.
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