I have a funny story to share about my son when he was around two-years-old. I took him with me when I went out to lunch with my mother-in-law. At the restaurant we were teaching him what to call the silverware.
We would hold up the spoon and say, "Spoon!" And he'd repeat it. Well...this kind of backfired because when it came to learning what the fork was, it came out sounding like an entirely different four-letter word that started with an F. He couldn’t quite combine his O's and R's yet, but we certainly worked on it after this outing!
The waitress would walk by and he'd call out "Fork!" but, of course, everyone thought it was the OTHER word. She looked at us funny, but after we explained it we were all near tears laughing. It was interesting trying to explain that to my husband later on that night when my son suddenly screamed it out.
I loved this stage in my son's growth. Now he’s a teenager and no longer so innocent. But we sure have a good time retelling that story!
Katherine
The Perils of Teaching Language to A Toddler
