For a few days I thought something had been sounding a little different.
But I couldn't put my finger on it.
On Friday afternoon I figured out what it was.
I fake cried on the outside, real cried on the inside.
Little dude pronounces "L" with perfect diction.
No more "I wuv you's."
Just a crisp clear, "I love you."
No "wiking," or "waughing," or "wistening."
I asked him what had happened. Had someone secretly been giving him speech therapy lessons? "No," he said, "I'm just four now."
So sad. So sad, but true. The end of a sweet era.
Oh, for one more, "I wuv you." :)
Last week when he was still the Statue of "Wiberty."