Pardon Me?

Kathleen's at a stage where she loves a glue stick. I think perhaps I've mentioned this before, but her love bears repeating. Nearly every day the two of us sit down at the big dining room table or spread out on the floor (linoleum does have its advantages) for some "crafts." Most of the time we color with markers and crayons and use the glue stick to attach pieces of paper that I've cut with some scrapbooking punches. Kathleen loves to decide who will receive her creations; lately Nan, Linda, and Daddy have been the big winners.

Yesterday we collected some new supplies on a trip to Walmart. We picked out a big tub of foam shapes (hearts, circles, squares, triangles) in primary colors, and Kathleen couldn't wait to put them to use. In fact, by the time we got home and had lunch, it was too late to begin "crafts," because it was naptime. Kathleen accepted that, but it was the last thing she asked about when I put her down, and the very first thing she said to me when I picked her up two hours later. "Let's do crafts!"

The thing about Kathleen's love affair with crafts, though, is that she can't really say "crafts." Her version of the word sounds like nothing other than a word that begins C-R and ends with a P. Madeline was sitting on my lap, reaching for some of the fun yesterday, while I had a difficult time containing myself, because Kathleen was scolding her:

Baby Madeline! That's my crap! Don't touch my crap, Baby Madeline!

We've been working on enunciation since then.