Dactyl

My boy can recognize all of his uppercase letters now. When my mom was here, and he officially completed the task, she bought him a reward toy. He chose a Playskool Dinoroar Hatchling. After much debate he landed on the pterodactyl. When you press his tongue he makes tiny little baby dinosaur sounds.

I told him it was called a pterodactyl. Somehow, in his three-year-old mind, that translated to Terribledactyl. He took it to show and tell. His teacher thought it was the cutest pronunciation ever. I said, "I know. There are some words you tell them how to say correctly and others that you want them to keep saying wrong forever."

This afternoon Troy and The Rock Star were playing Lincoln Logs and, in true boy fashion, a giant pterodactyl came to, I don't know, attack the homestead or something. As I washed dishes I heard Garrett screaming something about, "Run away, look out for the terribledactyl!"

And then I forbid him to turn four.