When my niece, Nora, was about Paul's age, my brother- and sister-in-law used to joke that she was from Boston because of the Northeastern-sounding accent she affected at the time. One day, Steve and Sara got a postcard from Boston, and Nora said, "Hey, that's where I'm from!" It must run in the family, because Paul's developed the Bah-ston-speak too.
As someone who had a speech impediment well into middle school and who hated to be made fun of for it, I shouldn't tease. But since Paul's only 3 and I fully expect him to outgrow this, I figure I can joke a little. Besides, I truly think it's chah-ming. The other day, he said, "Mommy where's my Stah Wahs chaht?" "Your Star Wars shirt?" I said, thinking he was asking about the t-shirt he would wear every day if I let him. "No!" he said, frustrated. "My Stah Wahs chaht!" Hmmm ... what was he getting at? "Oh! You mean your Star Wars chart?" I said. "Yes!" (He was looking for the behavior reward chart I had created for him. He's trying to earn a light saber.) Unlucky for him, chaht and shaht sound very similar, you see.
Now if you'll excuse Paul, he's going to pahk the cah in Hah-vahd Yahd.
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