I've been trying to wean Joshua from his bottle which means he's got a bit of trouble sleeping at night.
Last Sunday night as we were settled down in bed, I was testing his spelling skills. He successfully spelled the words dog, cat and pig. I was telling him what a good job he did when he apparently decided to test me.
"Mommy, what's c-a-u-v?"
I know it wasn't a real word but I decided to play along. "Cauv," I say.
"Mommy, what's b-a-u-v?"
"Mommy, what's c-h-a-u-v?"
"Chauv." I was sleepy now.
"Mommy, what's c-a-u-w-x-y-z?"
"That's not a real word."
"Ok, what's s-a-u-w-x-y-z?"
"mmm...that's not a real word." By now I was mumbling, almost half asleep.
"Ok, mommy, spell microphone!" he almost yells in my ear. I wake up.
"M-i-c-r-o-p-h-o-n-e," I say.
"Wow, that's really long!"
"Oh go to sleep, Joshua!"
"Shhh," I say. "It's Daddy's turn," I whisper.
And with that, I drift off to sleep.