What did you say?

Will is going through an odd stage right now. (Odd, how often I find myself saying that.) He is learning his letters and sounds. But being Will, he goes off experimenting on his own. He concocts his own words and uses them when ever he wants. Sometimes it is obvious that he's searching for the correct word and just gets tired of looking, so he throws out some random consonants and smiles.

I know it is just a stage and as his vocabulary increases he will stop doing it. However, it leads to some interesting conversations, most of which start with, "What did you say?"

I'd like to state right now that I seldom ever cuss in my day to day life. I am a lot more prone to cussing in a blog or a story than in real life. Seriously. My version of cussing is to slip a few damns, hells, shits, and occasional asses into a conversation. And even that is rare there days. Steve is a little more prone to cussing, as I find most men to be. But he stays away from the bad words.

I tell you this so you will understand that some of the combinations of consonants Will has come up with were not in an attempt to duplicate anything he might have heard from us. It was just his putting together consonants in random arrangements until he came up with some that got attention. But it does make a mother wonder what else she'll be hearing from her little boy in the future.

His most favorite reoccurring word makes me freeze every time I hear it, it's "mofa". He ALWAYS uses it when trying to insult us and get us to chase him. He'll be standing there shaking his little ass, with his hands stuck in his ears (ala; na na na boo boo), yelling "You're a mofa!"

Believe me, with his less than clear pronunciation and slow southern drawl it's close enough to a real insult to make your mouth fall open every time he says it.

He has another he uses quite a bit, but it slips my mind at the moment. I'll add it on the post when I think of it.