I heard an “S” today in an unexpected place. And it’s not an exaggeration to say it nearly broke my heart.
Violet has been unable to say compound S’s for a long time (smash is mash, stinky is tinky, snake is nake, snow is noe, smell is mell, snack is nack… you get the idea. I did a whole blog post about it a while ago.) And a few times we have tried to correct it, but honestly it’s just so adorable we decided to let it be until she grew out of it.
I just never realized how attached I was to the sound of missing S’s until tonight.
Violet: “Aaaahhhh!!!” (This is her acting crazy and yelling while friends were over.)
Me: “Violet, what do you think I am going to say?”
Violet: “No -creaming.” (In barely a whisper, as to avoid conversation.)
Me: “What, honey? Can you be a little louder?” (As to encourage confession.)
Violet: (Louder) “No s-creaming.”
I hadn’t meant her to repeat it so as to correct her pronunciation, but there it was, loud and clear, a resounding trumpet blast announcing the changing of the wind. Little lady is growing up with or without my permission.