curses

yesterday I got a call from the school speech pathologist.

Sadie had been in to see her, and she thought Sadie was doing very well,

and could stop coming to see her.

(I find it interesting that Cory and I never had speech issues,

but all of our kids have done speech before school, and during at least half of their elementary careers.) anyways,

Sadie knew she had called and was asking me if she had said she could stop going.

(this conversation all happened while I was lying in Maggie's bed, after the girls were in bed,

far too late into the night)

I said that yes, she was done speech.

she then said that she kind of liked it because they got to play games and she got stickers.

so I asked Maggie if she liked it, and she said no. she had to say hard words.

then Sadie piped in with-

when I was little I said sh instead of s- so I should have never said sit.

what!?!

oh man, I haven't laughed that hard in a long time.

this out of sweet little Sadie's mouth.

it still makes me chuckle.

then when I was telling Cory what I was laughing so hard about I was thinking-

I don't remember that ever being a problem,

but I do remember for all my kids the tr sound was hard, and they would say f instead.

making trucks a very bad word.

now, go listen to a catchy song, and don't think too hard about those bad words.

get them out of your mind.

this is the song that never ends- it just goes on and on my friends...