My friends China and V were lamenting with me the other day my decision to put DJ into speech classes. It's really ruining all our fun. D asked the other day if "cwap was a sweah wood" and could he say it. I almost told him yes just so I could hear him say cwap all the time. Sure, we have our classics that we'll always enjoy, like James Bombs, webbons for weapons, bideo games, churkboys for turquoise, and ED DAR 2 for R2 D2. But the problem is, we're not getting a lot of new stuff now that he's progressing in speech. We've had to resort to making things up that he'd say with his current speech problems...if he could swear. Like if he was suffering a little road rage, "That piece of cwap got a blinka? Fwickin' bastoad."
That may a touch more on the pathetic side if a 35 year old man talked that way though. I know no one would take him seriously, they'd be laughing their asses off. It's killing me, but I guess we'll stick with the speech therapy just to save some poor idiot being called a "cwap-ass potlicko", or "son of a whoah cocksucko".
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Awesome. I would pay money for you to take DJ out of speech therapy, so I could have him has a Court Jester when he's 35.
ReplyDeleteLucky for you, he's very good at his Js. He even adds Js in whenever possible, as in Indijana Jones, or toastjer. He would be your Jestjer and you would be Bad Joojoo. Hmmm...
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