My sweet little Smush is two and a half. I could squeeze her all day, and I probably squeeze her far more than she would like. But whatever. I’m the Mom.
Smush loves koalas. Can’t say that I blame her as they’re adorable and fluffy and sleep all day. It’s kind of a parent’s dream.
Cute and fluffy and lovable. Image via Wikipedia.
Smush also speaks incredibly well for her age because she has two mouthy sisters. But she does have trouble with the this one word: koala.
And when she says it, it maybe sounds more like Kahlua, a coffee-flavored liquor that tastes delicious in everything desserts and coffee.
Neither cute nor fluffy, but still quite lovable. Photo credit: Wikipedia.
And her misuse of the term has the potential to cause some concern among unknowing onlookers. For example:
- Mommy, can you help me find my Kahlua? I can’t find it anywhere.
- I love my Kahlua. I’m going to keep it forever and ever.
- Mommy, can I sleep with my Kahlua? Pleeeaaaase?
We’re way past recognizing you have a problem if you need to physically sleep with the alcohol. Plus, Smush loves the dentist, and I have a feeling she would frown on a sippie cup of booze at bedtime.
So it’s funny and cute and all, but I really don’t need my children yelling inappropriate things in public that could get me arrested anymore.
There’s no age requirement for Benadryl though, right?
