Billy. Listening to him talk sometimes leads me to think, “Hill Billy.” Lately, he has begun to add syllables to words. Some of the most often heard are:
cay-at (cat)
quay-a-ack (quack)
woo-ord (word)
to-ool (tool)
The list could go on. He hasn’t seemed to do it with names, but I’m sure it is just a matter of time before he pops out of his room and says, “Mornin’ y’all!”
A little after 6 this morning, Billy started his day by yelling and crying. Kevin jumped to his rescue and suspected the problem had to do with the big orange cat that darted out of the bedroom when he opened the door. Once Kevin had Billy calmed down enough to explain the problem, Billy said, referring to the cat, “He scray-atched my hay-er!!” (translation: the cat was in bed with him and began licking Billy’s head which act Billy absolutely HATES and thus the resulting yelling and crying)
