Tuesday, June 3, 2014

Magoospeak and Kid Cuteness

Magoo, my middle son, was the cutest kid.  With a head full of blonde hair and sweet smile, the only thing that could possibly make him cuter was the way he talked.  He struggled with the pronunciations of several letters or letter combinations, I guess I should say.

Both family and friends would have a hard time translating Magoospeak at times and so I took advantage of a friend's offer to evaluate whether or not he needed speech therapy.  Marilyn was a speech therapist, but more than that, she was a compassionate and reasonable person who could easily see that I'd be paying out of pocket for any therapy Magoo received.  That needed to be considered, but for some reason, most professionals ignored my frugal single parent state in favor of pushing their "product."

Leaning in to talk to Magoo, Marilyn questioned him about his toys and friends - anything to get him talking.  Recalling the evaluation, the image of her face and the fascinated smile come to mind.  She was nearly gleeful as she told me, "that was the most interesting set of mispronunciations" she had ever heard.   Here's the highlights of Magoospeak:

  • The letter "fr" was frequently pronounced as "pr";   but "pr" was "p" most times.   So, his best priend was petty.  
  • "F" alone was "b." 
  • "V" was also "b;" combinations, like "th", became "t" - tank you berry much.  
  • The letter "z" turned to "j" as he was amazed by the jebra at the zoo and "w" was more like "wm"...wmell, you get the picture.  

With the air of a true professional, she told me he would grow out of it, and I'd be told that he needed speech therapy - and I should ignore it.  She was exactly right, as the years passed each mispronunciation disappeared;  sometimes slowly or sometimes erratically.  He'd miss the "fr" in the word french, but say fries correctly in the same sentence.  By fourth grade, it was all normal.

Just as she predicted, the school nearly demanded he had speech therapy, and I declined.

When Gonzo came along, my last son, he had one letter he mispronounced.  "L" was "y", thus dubbing my pal, Lillian - or Lil - "Miss Yill."  When someone told him that "l'il" was short for "little" in a story title, he determined that her full name was "Yiddle."  That soon passed, too.

One Christmas, years later, Juggernaut found a Christmas ornament I had purchased that had the ability to record a message.  I had recorded him and Magoo when they were four and six.   He took the ornament and recorded something else over it...something truly dumb, like "Anarchy!"

As Juggernaut would accurately report, I freaked.  The message was lost, and I just loved the little voices on that ornament.  It was the only recording I had of Magoo in full on Magoospeak, excited about Santa and both boys trying to get their voice heard.  Each Christmas, I would pull it out and listen to it multiple times, and now it was gone.

In that moment, I could understand why some animals eat their young, but Juggernaut was already 6'5", so that wasn't happening.  Score one for the teens.

I miss hearing someone ask me to jip his jipper.  Moms are like that.


  1. Arnold!
    Arnold, Arnold bo Barnold Bonana fanna fo Farnold
    Fee fy mo Marnold Arnold!

    But if the first two letters are ever the same,
    I drop them both and say the name like
    Bob, Bob drop the B's Bo ob
    For Fred, Fred drop the F's Fo red
    For Mary, Mary drop the M's Mo ary
    That's the only rule that is contrary.

    Okay? Now say Bo: Bo
    Now Tony with a B: Bony
    Then Bonana fanna fo: bonana fanna fo
    Then you say the name again with an F very plain: Fony
    Then a fee fy and a mo: fee fy mo
    Then you say the name again with an M this time: Mony
    And there isn't any name that you can't rhyme

    Good morning, dear Cherdo!

    Your blog has been berry berry good to me! :) (That's one.)

    I can relate to this post because some of my best priends are petty. :) (That's two.)

    I also miss hearing someone ask me to to jip my jipper, but in my case it was a wady priend who frequently asked me to un-jip my jipper. :) (That's three.)

    Now that I have filled my :) quota for the day, I will tell you how sorry I am that the priceless recording of Magoo's voice was lost. I would have freaked, too, if it had happened to me.

    Thanks again for being such a great friend yesterday, going the extra mile to comment on my two guest posts. That was greatly appreciated. Can I count on you to serve as my campaign manager when I announce my candidacy and make a bid for the White House? :) (Sorry, that's four.)

  2. The only thing I have against that song is that my real name is Cheryl and it rhymes with barrel. Which would be fine, if I had a perfectly shaped body...note, I said "if."

    I'll be your campaign manager for any color of house, Shady! That house needs a new occupant soon, so why not you? You're just as viable as any candidate I see on the horizon, at this point, now that Pat Paulsen isn't running. My political affiliation has gone comedic with the passing years. Now that dear Pat is gone, you could use his campaign slogan - it's still a good one: "If elected - I'll win."

    Always let me know when you "guest blog" and I'll show up. I'm enjoying some of the blogs you read (listed on your page). It's a virtual blog alliance in the making - I'm totally down with that, too.

    1. Wow - I haven't thought about Pat Paulsen in a long time, but I loved him and his deadpan comic sketches on The Smothers Brothers. I wish he was still with us because he and I would make a hot ticket as running mates! :) (DAMN, that's FIVE!)

      "If nominated, I will not run; if elected, I will not serve."

      William Tecumseh Sherman


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Love, Cherdo