A final list of quotes from the boys that did not make our Christmas letter.
When I'm not worried that Teddy needs speech therapy, I enjoy how cutely he talks. At this age, he has a whole list of things that he says in his very own way. We never publish these substitutions in the Christmas letter, but we do enjoy them:
hundawee = hungry
tan you = thank you
fanks = thank you
smawsmallows = marshmallows
dot-dit dootie = chocolate cookie
yittew eeda = Little League
C: Dad, I don't think as much food and drinks are getting to my left muscle as my right muscle. The veins don't pop out as much on that side.
J: Oh my, that's a nasty cough. Where did that come from?
T: From my mouf.
On hockey
T: Do dey have a bastet foi deir putts (pucks)?
J: Yes, it's called a net.
T: Do dey have sumpin' dat lives on deir feet for statin'?
J: Yes, skates.
T: Yeah, state shoes.
Lobbying to pack his swimsuit for an overnight at his grandparents' house:
C: I don't think some end of summer water play would be out of order.
Pointing to a photo of Mt. Rushmore in a magazine:
C: George Washington!
P: Who was George Washington?
C: Our first white president. pause Or...our first president.
