My daughter is quickly approaching the age of maximum cuteness: 3-4 years old. It's the age where kids have the funniest thoughts and the coolest speach impediments.
I sort of feel bad if she says a word like "Yellow." I'm sure it sounds correct in her head but it comes out as "Wheh-Whoa." Her older brother corrects her, "It's YELLOW!" and she says, "That's what I said, wheh-whoa."
When the kids eat salads, she says, "Ethan is being so nice to me. He gave me all his tornados!" I correct that one. "They're TOMATOS!"
The kids also talk about actual tornados, which they also call twisters. They worry about the dangers of twisters. I tell them that tornados are made of wind and that the mountains of the west break up the wind so tornados have a difficult time forming. My daughter embellishes on this explanation when she repeats it, "The mountains break up the tornados and get all their blood out!" (I would type it the way she says it if I thought it would be legible to you readers.)
The other day, we went to the grocery store and she got all excited, "Daddy, I want to buy some Goo-goo Bops!" I said, "Huh?" She said, "I want to buy some Goo-goo Bops. They have that bird and he's so silly. He says, I'M CWAZY FOR GOO GOO BOPS!"
Cocoa Puffs? I almost like the name Goo-goo Bops better. The cereal makers would probably think it sounded less healthy than the food stuff already is.