My coffee date this morning- Crackers? No, ack-shully GOLDFISH crackers.
Oliver is becoming quite the know-it-all. The other day, while playing with a little toy monkey, I said to him, “Oliver, this is a chimp. Can you say chimp?” To which he replied, “Ack-shully, it’s a chimpanZEE, Mom.”
When we are stopped at a stoplight, or sitting in a carpool line waiting to pick up Milo on a rainy day, I hear from the way back, “GO, Mom!”
I water down the boys’ apple juice to make it a little less sugary and to make the stuff last longer. Oliver asks for juice. I hand him the beverage, and he takes a thoughtful swig. “Ack-shully, this water-juice, Mom.”
I ask it he is having fun playing with his tools. “Mom this is ack-shully a swew-diver.”
I ask if he would like a sandwich. “Ack-shully, I like a peanut butter sand-ich.” Right. That’s what I said. “No sand-ich, Mom. PEANUT BUTTER SAND-ICH.” Sheesh.
You get the gist. Basically, include all details, or you are wrong.
Emil. “Ack-shully, that’s BABY Emil.”