Stinky?

I love the things that come out of the mouths of children.  I love them even more if they don’t mean to say the things that come out of their mouths. 

For example: I find it hilarious that my child mispronounces the word “stinky.”

Chase once informed a stranger at the mall that he has a “skanky butt.”  I didn’t feel the need to correct my child or inform the stranger of what my child actually meant (he had a poopy diaper). I just walked away chuckling to myself as the stranger just stood there- dumbfounded. (He was probably wondering if my two year old did, infact, know the word “skanky” and use it appropriately in a sentence.)   

I suppose I could do my motherly duty and correct my child every time he says skanky instead of stinky so he won’t get teased on the playground once he starts school, but I think I will just wait this one out and let nature run its course, while I sit back and laugh every time my talking toddler mispronounces the word (Isn’t that one of the rewards of parenting anyway?).