Who wants to say the Pear?

It is so fun living in a house with little boys who are trying to understand their world and language. I still have memories of a few of the words that I said wrong when I was little such as a wash rag was a rash rag until I was about ten. So why am I still so surprised with the word mix-ups going on in the house?

Jacob yesterday was doing home work; yes, he has homework every night in Kindergarten. His assignment was to cut out pictures from magazines that correlated with the 3 letters they are learning this week. By helping him label the pictures we sound out the words and I see if he can get the spelling. Yesterday he first spelled elephant (I told him about the “ph” sound) and noodles but then we went on to the last letter. For the letter W he found a picture of water, and cut it out. Instead of water he labeled the picture woder. Even though I was there to help in the spelling error, he insisted that we were wrong and he even sounded it back for me. He was so determined that I decided to let him win the battle. After all isn’t there a saying “you can lead a boy to water but you can’t make him spell it”?

The other day Joshua saw a spiral and kept saying something really weird. Both Scott and I were in on this one trying to figure out what on earth he was talking about. We each took turns repeating the sounds he was making. Then Matthew came in and he started repeating Josh. Like I said he knew what Josh was talking about. After a lot of twisting the vowels around we finally figured out that he was saying Polar Express. He was talking about the train on the Polar Express movie when it spiraled up the mountain. I don’t think we would have ever figured that one out if it wasn’t the combined effort between all four of us.

Another great example of word mix ups is when I ask who turn it is to set the table either Matthew or Joshua or both will jump into their chairs at the table and say “I set the table”. This has been going on for weeks. No matter how many times that I explain setting the table means putting the dishes on the table they just don’t seem to understand.

Of course this list could go on forever, especially if I wrote everything down on a daily basis. As mentioned before last week was a week for crying. Dinner had been in progress for a few minutes when it was noticed the Matthew was upset. When asked what was wrong he said he wanted pears. So I passed the pears. You can imagine my confusion when this didn’t immediately solve our problem. He wanted pears I gave him pears. We then figured out that he had wanted to be the one to say the pray. Once again a problem we couldn’t solve. However this mix up continued because the next day at lunch Samantha said, “Prayers” and I folded my arms only to find she wanted left over pears for lunch. Maybe I should get my hearing checked.