What the.....?

We all knew that one day Emmi's expressive language skills would catch up to her receptive language skills. We also knew there would be trouble when this happened. See, due to a malformation of Emmi's soft palate, she has to learn how to approximate sounds. Meaning, she has been talking for awhile, and no one can understand her. And, because no one can understand her, we sometimes forget that she can understand us. So we say just about everything in front of her. Lately, she is a lot more understandable. Which is great! Fantastic!

Until Jill accidentally burned Emmi's hand tonight. Bad. And Emmi? She yells to Jill, "Ow. What the fuck?!"

And when Kenny and I look at each other shocked and start giggling (all while Jill is scolding us for laughing because that "will teach Emmi that being naughty is funny"), Emmi again says, "What the FUCK?"

And Kenny and I had to leave the room we are laughing so hard.

*****This morning, Emmi was upstairs yelling, "PINK," at the top of her lungs. This means she wants strawberry (pink) milk. I was ignoring her. Because, well, I don't particularly like my kids screaming demands at me. So I walked in the kitchen, and Kenny, with a smirk on his face says in the perfect imitation of Emmi, "Wha da fahhhck, PIIIIIINK!" And I spit my coffee out, I started laughing so hard.*******