Anyone who knows my dad Gene well knows that he suffers from "verbal dyslexia", or what my brother-in-law calls "Geneieisms." My dad knows what he is saying, or rather what he means to say, but sometimes the words come out contorted. What he sees in his head does not necessarily always translate into speech. We all still laugh heartily at the video rental store incident years ago when he asked for the horror movie "Polygrist" instead of "Poltergeist." Dad is a very smart guy so it frustrates him when these Geneiesims occur, but he is also a good sport about it and laughs right along with the rest of us.
His grandson, it would seem, has inherited this condition. Except Liam will argue up and down that he is right and it is everyone else that is wrong. Just this morning I was singing a song from one a Backyardigan's episode. The characters were trekking through the jungle and they were singing "Into the thick of it! Into the thick of it!" Liam immediately stopped me and said "NO Mommy. You are singing it wrong. It is "Into the pickle it! Into the pickle it!" There was no use in trying to convince him otherwise. He is ALWAYS right.
Some other "Liamisms" that quickly come to mind because he has said them the past two weeks:
"Let's donut food to poor kids!"
"Make sure you use an infecting wipe to clean the sink."
Bob Marley's song is not "Stir it Up", but in Liam's mind "SERIOUS"
You don't eat Vitamins every morning you eat "Bite-a-mins"
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