Lick bomb

Just to prove that I can blog about something other than my own angst, I give you "lick bomb."

DS2, who had his 5th birthday last week, also had his check-up on Monday. His pediatrician was a little concerned about his speech and offered to write a referral to a speech and language specialist. I just assumed that my youngest talked like Elmer Fudd since he spoke only Japanese until February. Let's face it, people don't make "lice" and "rice" jokes for no reason.

I am working on getting him to say his Rs, but sometimes his speech is just hard to grasp. His preschool teacher has also commented on how hard it is to understand him sometimes. And so we come to "lick bomb."

Big brother is having orthodontic treatment to fix his crowded jaw and his underbite. He has a rash from his headgear and I have been trying to use lip balm to keep it under control. Tonight, Elmer wanted some lick bomb like his brother. I had to laugh because his speech gaffe had nothing to do with Rs, and everything to do with not knowing the right words. Of course he knows the word "lick" and since he is a boy, he definitely knows about "bombs."

Lick bomb may be my new favorite phrase. But we still will be working on those wascally wabbits.