I’m a terrible mother. Really. The Brat for instance, still can’t say Thank you. He says Khank You. With a delightful lilt. And you really miss it unless you pay close attention. Which is why it took us so long to figure out that he says Khank you instead of Thank you.
The Brat has truly been my model baby. Doing all the cute baby things on cue, mispronouncing, eating up words, mixing up words… the works. But this was the limit we thought, when at 3.5 he was still saying Khank you, despite us correcting him.
So the OA and I began a two pronged attack. He would do something for me and I would clearly enunciate – Th-ank You. Or the other way around, with the OA smiling and almost bowing and saying a loud and clear, Th-ank you. But the Brat was having none of it and no matter how hard we worked with him, he insisted on saying Khank You.
Finally, we gave up. Out of a vaaaast vocabulary (sometimes he tells us that we’re doing ‘terrible’ things!!) – mispronouncing one word wasn’t the end of the world.
The Bean on the other hand was going around referring to chapatis as chut-uh-pees and the OA and I were in splits. Until Madam decided to correct herself. So there she is, asking for chapatis in a dignified way, and saying Thank You, politely and correctly. While I desperately chase her and say – its not a chapati baby, its a chut-uh-pee.
The OA looks at his mad wife in horror. ‘Why are you teaching her to mispronounce words???’
Because she’s my last little baby. Because I love the way it sounds. Because I don’t want her to be this little grown up with perfect diction.
Oh well – the Bean can go be as lady-like as she wants and have perfect diction and speech. I still have my little baby Brat, khank you very much.