I'll Just Say Coyote

Cooper can't say his f's. We're working on them, and starting tomorrow, the speech language pathologist at the school is going to officially start working on them. (And his k's, g's, l's, etc.)

His f's sound like t's. Frog is trog. Fire is tire. Fart is tart. You get the idea.

The other day, he swore he saw a fox. In his words, a tox. Blake and I were both telling him, "Bite your bottom lip and blow air out and you'll make the f sound".

He tried and he tried. He kept trying, but wasn't successful. Finally, he said, "I can't say tox. I'll just say 'coyote'."

Whatever.