The zunzun is getting too good at talking. His cute baby words are correcting into real grown language. It’s sad. I mean, it’s good. We want him to speak well. But each slipping baby-ism is a tiny heartbreak.
He never says “feep” anymore, even though we do. I refused to give him any fruit snacks unless he continued to call them “wunacks,” so now he self-corrects back to baby talk.
He just asked me to “scoop over.” I will be so sad when this one goes.