Number 6 can’t pronounce his r’s.
It’s vewy cute, and I’m in no rush for him to learn.
On Christmas he got a little stuffed turkey.
And he named it. appropriately enough, “Turkey.”
Which he pronounces Tokey.
Last week, we brought Tokey to the gym with us.
Against my better judgement, I let Number 6 take him into the babysitting room there with him.
Now I’m not really supposed to mention the Y in my blog.
The reason why is kind of a long story.
But I’m going to mention it this one time…
One of the reasons I never went anywhere to work out in the past is because I knew the kids were going to hate it at first.
I knew there would be lots of crying when I dropped them off and that I’d only get about 7 minutes into a workout before someone came to get me because they couldn’t calm one (or more) of the kids down.
And so rather than get through those first couple days until the kids got used to going there, I just used that as an excuse to not go.
I love the Y here in town.
It’s really affordable, especially for having so many things to offer the entire family.
Including free babysitting.
But I think sometimes you wonder how good the staff actually is. Will they really take care of your kids? Are the kids going to be happy?
So anyway, back to Tokey.
Well, last week when we took him out of the car, of course, we lost him.
I knew we had taken him out of that babysitting room when we left the Y, but somewhere along the way, he disappeared.
Number 6 wasn’t happy.
At all.
We finally accepted that Tokey was gone.
We hadn’t been to the Y in a couple days because of a snow day and then the weekend.
I went with Number 6 today.
And as we walked into the babysitting room, one of the girls who works there came right up to Number 6.
Her hands were behind her back.
“Number 6, I have something for you,” she said.
“What?” said Number 6.
And she pulled out…
Tokey!
“I found him in the parking lot and I’ve been holding him for you,” she said.
Wow.
Number 6 grabbed Tokey and gave him a big squeeze.
His smile was huge and contagious.
“Thank you,” I said to the girl.
“I lost a stuffed animal of mine when I was little. I know how devastating it can be,” she told me.
And with that, I headed to the treadmill, and reunited, Number 6 and Tokey headed to the toys.
So that’s it.
Just wanted to share that little story about how the staff in the babysitting room at the Y totally doesn’t suck.
At all.
How they care about the kids and look out for them even when the kids aren’t actually there.
Thanks for taking care of my little man.
You totally made his day.
And mine.
Today’s post is sponsored by Olive & Lucy of Oscawana Lake
Purchase your copy on iTunes today!
I like the Y too!
Even though he sounds cute, you may want to consider getting Number 6 some speech therapy.
that’s really uncalled for. Not pronouncing “R” is actually quite common in little kids. My son (who is now 9) couldn’t pronounce them either (and one of the funnier things we did with it is get him to repeat “Sandy Squirrel is the best girl squirrel in the whole wide world”). He sounded like he was from the Bronx most of the time. He outgrew that whole thing by the time he went into kindergarten. No speech therapy needed. I miss my little New Yawkah.
I did not mean my remark as a put-down. As a mother of numerous grown children, I have some regrets about issues that I did not address at the appropriate time because I simply did not realize that I should.
I don’t know how old #6 is but I also had the thought that he may feel self-conscious with his peers.
I am sorry to have been abrupt in my comment. It came across the wrong way.
Now worries. He’s only 4. It’s a developmentally appropriate speech issue. Most kids grow out of it on their own by first grade. If he’s fifteen and still saying Tokey, then we’ll get him some help 😉
Awwwwwww…so glad that he got tokey back!
My daughter has issues with her Rs too.