E2′s current favourite word is “truck” and she shouts it loudly and with absolute glee every time she sees one. Everything bigger than a normal car is a truck: SUVs, vans, city buses, school buses, diggers, tractors, ambulances, and… well, trucks. As we walk down the street, she can’t hide her joy as she points and yells her favourite word every time one passes. As we drive along, her little voice rises excitedly from the back seat every few seconds: “Truck!… Truck!… Truck!”
Except that she pronounces her “tr”s as “f”s.
You can imagine my face as I am pushing the pushchair on a crowded sidewalk and wishing the pavement would open up and swallow me… or her… whomever, just so this sound stops. You can imagine my face as, in the privacy of our car, I sit in the driver’s seat trying to control my laughter.
You can imagine my mother’s face the first time she was was sitting in the passenger seat when we passed a truck.