Like many babies, our toddler has trouble pronouncing blends. Charles can’t make the “tr” sound. He will be two-years-old next month and loves his trucks. He plays with them all day long. He talks about them, too. The problem is…well, the problem is that he calls his “truck” something entirely different.

You know where this is going, right?

Greg is in charge of the kids this morning. If you have Jane Austin-like sensibilities, you might want to skip the email he sent me a few minutes ago. We have a contractor at the house getting a whiff of uber-Christian family life.

So the guy is here to work and Charles is running around through the house yelling “F***” at the top of his lungs. I keep saying “Charles, don’t say that” and then Anna chimes in, “F***! F***!”

I have no words. But perhaps I need to put “speech therapy” on the To-Do List? :eek_wp: