Boog has been killing me lately with his dialect. Killing me as in...this kid is funny. I think he got it from me. I picked the boys up after work from my dad's house. Boog ran to the car and opened my door. (eventually one day he is going to pinch his fingers...I can see it already.) Here is the conversation that happened.
Boog: Me dwive mommy.
Me: You can't drive get in the back.
Boog: Me dwive mommy.
Me: You can't drive, you don't have a license.
Boog: Uh huh. Me have wicense. Me dwive.
Me: No you don't, get in the back.
Boog: Uh huh. Me have wicense to dwive. Me dwive now!
Me: Did you go and take a test to get your license?
Boog: Uh huh. Me took da test for mah wicense. Me dwive!
This went on until I struggled to strap him into his carseat. He still continued almost the whole way home about how he has a wicense to dwive.
Him no dwive...per mommy.
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That is just too cute!
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