“Mommy! Pay hockey! Pay hockey!” he says, handing me a hockey stick. Refusing him is not an option. So I play.
Sometimes he can’t find the hockey sticks and balls. So he asks me where they are.
Except that he can’t pronounce all of the words precisely.
As an example of some of the sounds he has trouble with, when he’s standing in the back of the little fire truck toy his Nana got him, he calls out, “Mommy! I am stuck!” but it sounds like, “Mommy! I am duck!”
So while he’s trying to say, “Mommy! Where my stick go? Where my stick and balls go?” it actually sounds like…well, you can figure it out.
And my husband and I try not to laugh. Because we don’t want to explain why we’re laughing.