We just returned home from a trip to our favorite park in Fort Collins. Before we arrived, some other kids had spent considerable time digging two holes in the sand that were about four feet apart and connected by a tunnel under the sand.
My boys were enchanted with this tunnel of opportunity and proceeded to add their own modifications in the way that all boys do. They gathered sticks and poked them through the tunnel, dug out additional parking areas, threw sand out of the way like crazed gophers and had a grand time.
Since neither boy can say the “S” sound very well, especially if it is part of a consonant-blend (as in the word ‘stick’) they usually replace it with the “D” sound. And this is the conversation I overheard at the park…
Put your d-ick through the tunnel.
Can you see my d-ick going all the way through to your end?
Put your d-ick in that end and I’ll put my d-ick in this end.
Are our d-ick touching each other?
I think your d-ick is bigger than mine.
But your d-ick is longer.
Oh no, my d-ick broke!
We are seriously going to need some speech therapy next year when kindergarten starts.
After playing in the sand with the tunnel and their d-icks for so long, everyone was hungry, so it was clearly time for a nack.