Poop sandwich

Evan has so much to say lately, and so much of it is finally becoming clearer. He's had a big problem with consonant substitution for a while now--"d" stands in for "b" and "g", "n" for "m", "t" for "k" and "p", that sort of thing. Now, this isn't uncommon, except for the fact that Ev has all those sounds. He can say the "b" in "bubble" but not "bath", he can say the "m" in "mama" but not in "me". This has been driving his SLP crazy (and me too), as we're constantly correcting but it didn't seem to bother Ev one bit. He seemed fully prepared to go through his life saying "more juice tease (please)" and "hiya, daydee (baby)!"

Yesterday though, Ev spontaneously began saying please correctly. He asked for something "tease" and then stopped and said, "peese". Not perfect yet, but a huge improvement. It's a big deal that he's self correcting and making the attempt to say things better. In the evening yesterday, Mike even got him to say "baby" instead of "daydee", and Ev was so proud of himself! He had to think really hard about it, but now he's saying baby the right way almost all the time. Of course, he is using it in the phrase, "Jack Bauer baby" because I think Mike would still like to name the baby that, but I've got to put my foot down sometime.

Now the poop comes in. Ev has always been able to say that word with much clarity, so somehow "Jack Bauer baby" turned quickly into "Jack Bauer baby poops pants". This is always accompanied by much laughter. He's also begun pointing out in books which people are thought to poop their pants. Ha ha ha. The irony that he himself still poops his pants seems lost on Evan, but that is no matter. I foolishly thought this recognition was also a step on the path to his own potty training, but I was wrong there as well.

So today Ev's been nothing but poop jokes since he woke up. He called me "poop eye" and replied that for breakfast he'd like a "poop sandwich" (he eventually settled on Honey Nut Cheerios). Of course all of this is hilariously funny--in fact, he just referred to the lotion next to me at the desk as "new poop lotion". Oh, to have the sense of humor of a 4 year old (okay, I already do). I guess I don't mind this kind of talk that much, as he's a boy and he's probably going to be making these kind of jokes for the rest of his life. And at least he always gets the right consonant-vowel-consonant order when he says poop.