"Ju-leee! Ju-leee!" Johnny sang while dancing around the room with his sister.
We all stopped. "Did you hear what he said?" Julie asked excitedly. "He said Julie! With an L! He's a big boy!"
My heart sank.
To an outsider, this appeared to be a moment of sibling bliss. Both kids laughing and playing sweetly together. There might have even been a hug involved.
But, Scott and I just looked at each other and sighed sadly.
He said the "L". He said the darn "L".
I know Johnny is four, but I loved how he still used "w" for all his "L" words. It meant he was still little.
Of course I want my kids to speak properly and use correct pronunciation, but I can't help but want to hold onto their little baby quirks for as long as possible....especially since there will be no more babies in our house.
The rest of the day Johnny delighted in trying out his newfound ability to say L. It was kind of cute because it seemed to take him extra effort to adjust his little tongue to say the "L." When he wasn't thinking about it, the "W" popped right back in.
That night before bed Johnny said "I wuv you Mommy."
I certainly didn't correct him.