We are doing a Halloween craft, with fall coloured paints and pumpkin and ghost cut-outs.
Cash - "I want a fuck."
Usually his pronunciation is quite good, so I am a little confused. I look around the table. Nothing there rhymes with fuck, and he isn't pointing at anything.
Me - "What do you want, Cash?"
Cash - "I want a fuck, please."
Me - "You want a frog?"
Cash - "No, a fuck." He is getting annoyed at me now.
Me - "You want a clock?"
Cash - "No Auntie. I want a fuck now please."
I am really confused, and starting to wonder if he picked up a bad word somewhere.
Me - "Maybe, a truck?"
Cash - "Yeah, a Frrrrrruck." He remembers, finally, to hold that R.
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