Kids crack me up. Their mispronunciations are just one of the things that make them so endearing. Take, for instance, names. When Andy was just a little guy and Brady was a newborn, Andy said Brady’s name as “Bunny.” Every time. For about six months. It was too funny. He really thought he was saying Brady, though.

When we were pregnant with Evan, the boys often referred to her as “Oven.” It wasn’t until a few months ago that everyone started getting it right.

Our newest one has me laughing now though. Last night, the boys were playing baseball in the house (again) and Connor desperately wanted Andy to throw him the ball. He tried his normal, “Anny… Anny!” to no avail. He finally got good and mad and stomped his foot and shouted “ANOO!” That’s right, folks, he pulled out the big guns and called him Andrew. Too cute.

Andy did throw him the ball though.

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