For the past couple of days Sweet Potato’s been working on the following narrative: Wen I was a bay-bee, I yoostuh sahy bahk-uh-BEE. But now I’ma bik-guhr, so I sahy … Bah … Kuh Bee.
She actually can say “broccoli,” but she can’t quite make the shift at the end of the story after saying bahk-uh-bee. She’s been working on her delivery over and over, and although sometimes the end is just passed over in silence, bha-koh-lee has been coming out once in a while, too.
It reminds me of Blazing Saddles, when Gene Wilder’s waking up hung over in jail, and introduces himself to Cleavon Little: Well, my name’s Jim, but most people call me … Jim.
I once watched Blazing Saddles with one of my earlier wives, who said, why did you make me watch this piece of shit? Uh, this “piece of shit” shaped my development more than my parents did. So last week I was so happy when I heard Beeb the Mom busting out laughing, and when went downstairs to check her out, she was watching High Anxiety.
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