Everything’s an “F” word with Sam these days–not THAT “F” word, but other words that have morphed into starting with the letter F. The other morning he announced that he was “Fhree.” Not free as in “Freebird,” but it was in fact his third birthday, so he was right, technically speaking. He now is “Fhree,” or three, depending upon how you choose to pronounce the word. So, happy birthday, Fam!
There are lots of other “F” words floating out there as well – today I dropped him off for camp at “Fool” (school). We’ve been going to our nearby lake and doing lots of “Fimming” (swimming.) You get the gist. His best buddy is “Frent” for Trent, which sounds uncannily like a merger of “friend” with “Trent.” My favorite, though, is “Foo-driver” for screwdriver. I’ll admit it — I’ll be sad when Sam’s “F” words go away.
Meanwhile he has learned another F word from me apparently, commenting the other day when we got into the roasting car, “It’s Freaking hot!” Oops! I couldn’t help but laugh, which only made him say it all the more. Plus, it was just so freaking true! Well, it could have been worse — such as the real “F” word, for instance.
Rock on, Fam!
LibbY
Foly Frap! That’s pretty funny. I tried to post on Richmond Chic, but I guess I’m not chic enough. They keep saying they don’t recognize my username. riiiiiight.