As you may recall, the little guy apologized to me for the first time the other day. He really seemed to get that throwing his toy across the room is just not cool.
Guess what his new favorite word is?
Yep, you got it. Sorry. He seems to have realized there is a lot to say sorry for.
Now we hear "Sorry, Mama," and "Sorry, Papa," and "Sorry, Coco," all day long.
Coco? Who the hell is that?
Coco is apparently the babe. Over the last few days, exhausted by the effort of trying to master his sister's name, the little guy has started calling the babe Coco. We do not understand where it came from.
This morning he was in bed with us watching cartoons when we heard the babe yell some random thing from her room down the hall. He yelled back "Coco" at the top of his lungs.
And it has carried on all day.
We all think it's funny. Both the "sorry" thing, which is cute, and the "Coco" thing, which is strange and overall humorous. Not sure how long we'll think these things are cute and humorous, but for now we take it as progress. The process of learning to speak involves many twists and turns....and we are just trying to enjoy the ride.
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