Joe just loves to chat when we're out shopping.
He yells out the names of whatever he sees.
He shouts out BOOK! CLOCK! SHIRT! Once he latches onto a word, he shouts it out repeatedly.
Unfortunately, he doesn't pronounce the L in clock or the R in shirt. I get a lot of disapproving stares from other shoppers. One mom's pride and joy is another mom's horrifying, sailor talking, raised by a motorcycle gang, headed for trouble, delinquent-to-be. I'm proud of how much Joe is learning. I wish the shopper's death stares would stop.
I promise I'm not teaching him to curse.
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