Last Sunday the muppets had a day off school, the final PD day of the year. The excitement of having a long weekend filled our house at 5:30 am and the muppets announced they were not going to get out of their pyjamas at all that day. I waited an hour to ruin their dream after I had piled their breakfast plates with pancakes and filled their cups with smoothies. I explained that we needed to go and get fitted for suits for my sisters wedding in a few weeks. There were a couple moans but not too much discontent, and they happily ate breakfast talking about the birthday party that the oldest had been to the night before. The oldest had brought back 5 cookies to share with the family and I had suggested that they eat them the following day.
I could hear them plotting something in the kitchen as I sat at my computer drinking my smoothie. The oldest muppet was encouraging the middle guy to go and ask me something “She always says yes to you” he whispered, “Just say it in your sweet voice” they debated back and forth a little bit more and then the middle guy shuffled out of the kitchen. “Mummy” he said sweetly “Could we have our cookies from Rhysie’s party after breakfast?” I told him they could but they had to eat everything on their plates first. His face broke in to a smile and he skipped back to the kitchen “Its a mirigal guys she says yes!” The oldest muppet laughed and asked what a “Mirigal” was the middle guy explained that it was something that never ever happened and when it did it was a mirigal, like when Jesus was alive on Easter… mirigal!
The oldest muppet burst in to giggles, “I think you mean a miracle” he said between laughs, “That is what I said!” replied the middle guy seriously “A mirigal” I walked in to the kitchen and started to clean up, the oldest looked over at me and rolled his eyes and shook his head. I sat down at the table with the three of them, and went on to tell them that each of them have had words that they could not say properly. I explained that the oldest muppet had his own language until he was almost 4, that we used to call Rhyslish. We would have to repeat everything he said and if we said the word wrong he would get really really mad, they all giggled uncontrollably when I told them the words the oldest used to say. Then the middle and youngest muppet begged me to tell them all words that they used to say wrong too. I watched each of their faces light up when as I told their stories, all three laughed and lightened to each of the stories that I had to share, they love it when I talk about when they were babies.
When breakfast was over they each cleared their plates and grabbed a cookie off the counter. The middle guy was the last to grab his, he gave me a big hug and said “Thanks for the cookie miracle Mum, it is a good way to start the day” he skipped out of the kitchen and joined his brothers on the couch.
I sighed and continued my kitchen clean up. A little part of me is sad every time they figure out how to say a word they have been mispronouncing right, it just means that they are growing up a little bit more and that little part of me doesn’t like it at all.