That’s how junior said “Pancakes” for years. Some of the waitresses at our Sunday breakfast place still pronounce it, although now he corrects them. So sad when they grow up and get all smart and stuff. Another one he said when he was just starting to talk was “Mewskit” for music. Awwwwwww, my baby!
Okay, enough of that. It is more fun having a big boy. We have lots of lovely conversations, and he’s more of a companion now. It’s actually fun to be places with him. He was such a crabby baby and toddler when we went places. He hated riding in a stroller. Never liked it. Leave it to me to have an abnormal kid.